I draw a dagger from a sheath
Fueled by some deep belief
That to end my life will give relief
To all the pain I feel

But as I turn my eves are blind;
A figure with great light behind
A face so placed and so kind
It must be an angel to claim me

Than in her voice so soft and sweet
“Why end your voice so incomplete?
None join the heavenly elite
When running from their pain”

“You don’t understand!” said I
“I’ve had enough, I want to die!
To shed my anguish and to fly,
If only for a moment”

She turned her face to me in tears
“Life is more precious than sometimes appears,
Please child, wait till this gray patch clears
Fortunes change as you do.”

And than from skyward came a light
Piercing through my world of night
And I felt like I would be alright
If I tried life one more time.

It’s been a year or so, I think
Since I nearly stepped of the brink
And so often I stop and think
‘Thank you guardian angel”

*Author’s Note*
This poem is dedicated to all those who have had to live through the suicide
or attempted suicide of a loved one. It hurts all those involved and the
pain lasts for what seems like forever; it never really goes away. So here’s
to all those angels taken from us too soon: We miss you.

 
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