Our daughter was lovely and twenty one <br />White things a portent for hope <br />But-She took the dark side, not the light side <br />And left on the end of a rope <br /> <br />She'd given us all sign after sign <br />We fought till' we could no more <br />We became resigned and waited it out <br />Till' she walked through death's door <br /> <br />We had little voice <br />She made her choice <br />A lesson: people will do what they will <br /> <br />Riding a mean ocean of grief <br />Our despair beyond belief <br />We knuckled down and stayed the course <br />And tried to move on with our lives <br /> <br />Troughs sticking daggers <br />Your broken heart staggers <br />Four or five years at sea <br /> <br />Adrift in the storm <br />No lighthouse formed <br />Trying to steer through the fog <br /> <br />Pain to abound <br />It ran us to ground <br />And smashed our heads <br />With it's heels <br /> <br />A horrific force <br />While running it's course <br />It flayed us down to the bone <br /> <br />With two ministers pointing <br />The way up above <br />We were able to find <br />Spirit that loved <br /> <br />With welcoming hand <br />HE gestured to land <br />And said 'Come, follow me' <br /> <br />Without bell's chime <br />There followed a time <br />When dark clouds pulled away <br />And we coursed out into the light <br /> <br />New lights came on <br />A new born dawn <br />We found <br />A new life that's right<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sos-survivors-of-suicide/
