Beyond the Bone
It's not that I doubt your pain now;
I have held you through tears and howls.
It's not that I've stopped loving you;
I love you more than life allows.
It's not that I think you don't try;
God knows how many therapists
and prescriptions you have endured.
It's none of these easy things.
But I have grow weary of pain,
tired to the bone and beyond it.
I can carry you no longer.
If you doubt me, if you believe
my strength will sustain, know this:
when you talk about suicide,
I wonder every now and then
if I would feel grief or relief.
Copyright 2009 Stephen B. Bagley. All rights reserved. From the poetry collection EndlesS, available from Amazon.com and Lulu.com.
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2 comments:
This is a very powerful poem and I know that many people will be able to relate to its message.
That last line is like a punch in the gut and brought to mind the words of John Keats: "Poetry... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance."
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