He dragged his feet to the edge,
he could not speak.
In his head was suicide,
he see the water.
Wind blowing,
he feels sucidel.
colliding within like a tug of war,
never the less HIS better side wins.
He holds on, and didn’t jump,
thank God for that.
He finds a reason to live.
That reason is…
Hope.
Poem by Chrissie
©22.9.21
