Ropes

These ropes alone won’t kill me,

But with these rafters they’d make a fine snap.

A snap of the neck,

Sever the spine,

So the next time someone asks me how I’m doing,

I won’t be able to lie.

I won’t be able to say “Just fine.”

These ropes.

This shredded and unraveling twine,

This

Pile of braids screaming suicide.

Won’t be able to elaborate,

Or even begin to define,

That while everyone is laughing and drinking their wine,

I was over here swinging,

Clawing,

Jerking and crying for help one last time.

These ropes.

And these rafters.

Hold the weight of someone that was after,

Love,

Acceptance and a little bit of laughter.

But it couldn’t be found so what does it matter;

A sad tangled knot tightly silences the chatter.

-Thank you for taking the time to read. I appreciate each and every one of you. If you are in need of help, please do not hesitate to reach out. I know how impossible that feels in the moment.

You are loved.

-S

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