To Those Suicide Has Left Behind Poem by Joseph Martin III

For those

that grieve.



For those

that hurt.



For those

that curse.



For those

that cry in silence.



For those

that want to understand:



In the desert you might live

four, maybe even five days

with nothing to drink but

the sand and hot breezes.



So how many years could you live

if in your heart all hope was dead

and all roads led to a ceaseless pain?



Let your tears be water for the flowers of the lost heart,

turn away from tragic thoughts of waste and loss,

give your anger up to a bright May sky:

all is as it was meant to be

even for those who decided the world was too much.



Do not fear for them anymore.



Their tired souls now find rest at last in the light

of the kind Creator's Grace, Mercy, and Love

they thought they would never find in the dark sorrow of their life.

6/2/2008