Suicide Survivor: A Mother’s Tale

His edginess gets to me.
He’s tight and his words come slow,
with effort,
as if it’s painful to release them.
I want to know if he’s okay
but haven’t the courage to ask.
Besides, I know he’s not,
it’s just a matter of degree.
So I fold up my worry
and carry it outside
to the sun, and let it
bake the fear out of me.

depression

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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One Response to Suicide Survivor: A Mother’s Tale

  1. lcpknox says:

    So well-written – you have such a gift!

    Like

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