Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suicide. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Do you ever get sick of yourself?


Do you ever get sick of yourself?
I mean really weary and fed up.
When, if it were anyone else you’d just walk way?
But that’s it, isn’t it.
When it is yourself, there is no escape!

In ancient Greece a young girl committed suicide and suddenly there was an epidemic of copycat suicides among girls her age in the city.  It reached such a pitch that the senate needed to act.  So one elderly senator introduced a law, which stopped the loss of life immediately. 

What was the law?

They introduced a law that if a young woman committed suicide her naked body would be carried through the market place for all to see.  This stopped the dreadful avalanche of death.  Evidently, fear of shame was a fate worse than death. 

So, for dire situations we need effective strategies.  When life takes a deep plunge into despair I have my own technique.  You can tell I am a pessimist from the constant cheery refrain I am prone to reassure myself with, at such times

“However awful life appears, it can always get worse!”

In other words, whatever calamity we face usually there is another one possible that makes the present one seem like a picnic.  For some reason, that calms and soothes my spirit.  Things seem suddenly not so bad at all.

Another positive take is however awful I may be, whatever dreadful deed I may have done/omitted I have a few minutes, hours, months to alter and to make amends.  Making things right is not achieved by silent contemplation of my navel.  No, my worth is probably measured on what my contribution to this world has been, in real terms.

So, being heartily sick of oneself can be a really good thing.  It is the diagnosis of a skilled physician who sees the problem and then seeks the remedy.  Too often we get hung up on the first step.  That honest introspection needs to be followed by action and deeds.

The world is weary of words
We want to see our life mean something

That change we seek within ourselves
Will always be linked with the change
Our lives bring to others.


Perhaps that is why we are still here!

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

A poem on grief that will not heal


In our writing group there was discussion on recent suicides, especially among the young in our community, and the anguish they leave behind.  Knowing how desperate one must be to take one's own life there can only be compassion for those who find themselves in that lonely place.  Certainly no judgement or condemnation is intended but this poem arose from the consequences of such actions on those who remain behind.  

 

Suicide


In violation of my love
You took your life
Cutting our link with death’s blade
I bleed your loss profusely
Searching for a tourniquet of reason

Guilt, despair, explanations
cannot dispel the utter pain
Of knowing I was not enough
When my heart wails its willingness to face any ordeal for you
Any but this cold dead box

Nails hammered into sweet memories of love
Earth now covers that part of me
That was the best
What remains but this shell of deadness?
A mockery of living.

Etched upon my soul
Your absence is an acid
It burns unrelieved by time
Why not plunge the blade in here
It would have been a kinder deed by far