Remember. Say her name aloud. It’s right.
Though heart will hurt and cry and rage and fight.
In suicide, the mind it lies to you.
It says hope’s gone -- review your life for proof.
Controlled by pain and frail from sadness deep,
through suicide she found a sick relief.
Yet denigrate her life on how she died
with words so cruel. In ignorance defile.
The fault’s not hers, nor mine, nor yours. Instead
the blame belongs to darkness left unsaid.
How can you understand her hopeless fear?
Lost hope. Lost light. Lost will to persevere?
Do keep in memory how her life was lived.
Let anger fade. Compassion find. Forgive.
By Jennifer Clark (c)2013
For more information about National Poetry Writing Month go to the NaPoWriMo website.
For more information about National Poetry Writing Month go to the NaPoWriMo website.
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