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Down by the river - a poem without metre about suicide |
Down by the river The slight quiver Of the breeze Sent her hair dancing and with ease Her foot stepped one in front of the other. She didn’t bother To look up or down. Neither smile nor frown Caressed her face. With grace She moved, slow but sure To find not a cure But an end to it all. ‘’Tis no fall,’’ She said, ‘’to float under the river bed.’’ For she could not swim But stared at the rim Of the water’s end To whom she would her body lend For all of time’s rest; soon, At midnight’s call for the moon. She heaved a sigh With tearstained eye That bore mere stare Without slightest of care. Gone they were, The memories, a forgotten blur Within her mind Where she had confined Them for so long, so many a year For fear They might cause hurt and pain, A barricade in someone else’s lane. And then one day Without a second’s delay Or a moment too soon She silenced her life’s tune And turned around to see That there was no more room for her to be, That she had vanished, gone away, That her body could no longer stay In such a state. So she took Fate And held her head up high And pleaded not with earth or sky Nor with the gods within. No sin Was there For her to admit; it was only fair To dispose and let go Of the things that hurt her so, Of the people who would not see What kind of woman she needed to be. She had loved with all her might. She had joined every fight Worthy of her cause and belief. She had consoled every grief, Lent a hand to her dearest And nearest To her heart which now had no pulse left to beat. This was her defeat And victory in one. She could finally be undone. To hell with those that took her as bait Who were now too late. May they live on their own. May they be alone. May they cry When she will die. Lost in thought She had walked into the water she had sought. Wet and cold against her skin She felt a fin Brush by her ankle, fine. She opened her arms in acceptance of the powers divine. She lifted her face To the vastness of space And closed her eyes And whispered goodbyes To those who could not hear, To those who were not here. She kept on Hearing the song Of the rippling water below. Its flow Guiding her towards the deep, Towards eternal sleep. Her breathing slowed, The moon above glowed Its white shine serene And unseen A hand appeared behind her, Made the water stir, And pulled her out to land, Laid her on the sand Where she heaved and shook And dared a dampened look At the one who came Who showed no signs of blame But showered her with tender embrace And caressed her trembling face And then, inside her awoke With each precious stroke A new hope to strive For the joys of being alive |