|This poem was written during
another one of my darker times, one of those dark night spent soul-searching,
struggling to find meaning after experiencing a significant loss.
It expresses the level of grief and loss, the hurt, the pain and the anguish.
I share it so that you might realize you are not alone in the depth of the despair, that others have been there and survived, these feeings of anguish.
I have shared these words as a resource for families of those who have committed suicide, as a way of helping them to understand just how dark sometimes it can get.
Be sure to read all the way through to the final quote.
in the center of my soul.
A scarcely detectable awareness.
A hungry gnawing sensation.
The feeling emerges
It begins to permeate,
My hands begin to tremble
It spreads, enlarging
The break point is reached,
The pain subsides,
|It is only by going down into the
that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble,
there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter
turns out to be the source of
what you were looking for.