Sufferer for life
Lived it alone days and days on end
Came through a lot
The suicide attempts
Learnt to pick self back up
Time and time again
You'll still encounter those that don't understand
It's in your head not a broken arm
Can find moments to break out
However bottom line of dragging heavy grief and doubt
Like a stone that wants to sink and drown no matter if any joy tries to save
Gotta keep on
Can't have rest days
Always something to do
Emotional maze to work through
When all you want to do is be alone recuperate or shout

Perched upon an unstable stone,
that made its home in shallow water
is a kind of woman who does exist.
The early morning brings mist
that settles around this daughter
who always ends up alone.

The brook murmurs softly to her
she places her palm on the surface
ripples form as the tension breaks.
And then the water takes
her hand down with purpose
to see how much she can endure.

Though this brook runs shallow
and its waters are calm and gentle
there is still a problem that remains.
Around her neck are heavy chains
and to stay upright is a struggle,
her hand slid as if drenched in tallow.

Her screams are her own to keep
as she disrupts the shallow water
rock shifting, body falling.
The chains' weight is appalling
crushing the will of this daughter
and in the shallows she drowned deep.

A still photograph is that one tangible piece I have left of you
The last puzzle piece of your living story here  on earth
Even though you left us
Your always in our hearts
As I hold this still photograph in memory of you
I will always love you
Dad....