April 21, 2016

It’s hard to go back there

To remember that day

I made a choice

To take my life away

 

Sitting at that table

Outside the restaurant

You asked if I was okay

The perfect question for my mental state

 

“Not really” I said

Before I broke down

“I took a bottle of pills on the way to the house”

I saw your heart break

Through the veil of tears streaming down my face

 

I remember the sewer drain

“This bottle? You’re sure it was this bottle?”

The paramedics laughed when I said yes

Because “You know those won’t kill you, right?”

 

You called my big brother

He didn’t know what to say

Our friends showed up next

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

 

I’ll never forget the ambulance lights

Reflecting off the windows of that place

The group of people in the parking lot

Watching me as I was lead away

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Wooden House

You step outside your wooden house

Into a world that is so unsure

Hoping to fill the void

Left within your broken heart

 

Out beneath the stars

Little voices of the night

Whisper in the wind

Calling for you to come and play

 

The moonlight dances on the lake

Making you feel wide awake

Shadows lead you to a path

Covered in the moonlit glow

 

Cautiously you make your way

To a land that’s so far away

Leaving all your fears behind

Marching to a beat divine

 

Flowers grow upon the path

Voices calling out your name

Trees begin their sacred dance

Swaying in the breezy night

 

Life appears before your eyes

Making you feel hypnotized

Slowly you leave your trance

And wake up in your wooden house.

Wild Northern Land

The sun breaks through the clouds of dawn

Whispers of the winter wind

Fall across the barren land

Dreams of green

Bring a pleasant smile

To the face of the Northern Wild

 

Joy so great it can’t be lost

Like Jesus dying on His holy cross

Slowly life comes again

To the face of the Northern Wild

Bringing flowers of many colors

And a feeling of outstanding wonder