I write this from a place of experience. Three people I love have taken their own lives. So many questions that will never have answers remain.
Some say the easy way out,
as if reaching the point
of self-annihilation is simple,
or without forethought,
or easy.
Agony and fear guide them
down a darkened path,
the way forward unlit,
the opening behind
drawing closed
as each step forward
signals peace to come.
Some feel boxed in -
no options, only forever
misery and loneliness.
Others face their own actions and,
unable to make amends,
choose to remove themselves
from those they’ve harmed.
They did not jump from
life’s a blast
into an abyss of pain.
Worry cycling on and off,
endless days after
sleepless nights,
struggling for air,
for love, for anything
to take the pain away.
While we do not understand
why life held no hope,
their heartbeat was in
their hands, not ours.
A determined mind will find a way;
our intervention only
a temporary red light
on their journey’s end.
We are left to make sense
of the wreckage.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-01-29 at 16:29
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No Escape for Anyone
Suicide is a way to escape.Some say the easy way out,
as if reaching the point
of self-annihilation is simple,
or without forethought,
or easy.
Agony and fear guide them
down a darkened path,
the way forward unlit,
the opening behind
drawing closed
as each step forward
signals peace to come.
Some feel boxed in -
no options, only forever
misery and loneliness.
Others face their own actions and,
unable to make amends,
choose to remove themselves
from those they’ve harmed.
They did not jump from
life’s a blast
into an abyss of pain.
Worry cycling on and off,
endless days after
sleepless nights,
struggling for air,
for love, for anything
to take the pain away.
While we do not understand
why life held no hope,
their heartbeat was in
their hands, not ours.
A determined mind will find a way;
our intervention only
a temporary red light
on their journey’s end.
We are left to make sense
of the wreckage.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 24 times
Written on 2026-01-29 at 16:29
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