Nine and seven years
You abandon us here
In this world
Mad with anguish
Skipped to the words
Take them
Spoken in hate
Go away and die
Because of him
The need to spite
Mattering more
Than to live for us
Your own daughters
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A week before Mother’s Day. Trying to make sense of the senseless. She had been saying for months that if he kept pushing her she’d leave him permanently. We were all praying she would. None of us thought it would be like this. Leaving a note and two daughters.
From some of the comments below I see I need to clarify something. The above poem is from my muse, taking the view point of the two daughters. The pain feels real to you, because it is real to me. This past Monday night/Tuesday morning, I lost a friend, the girls lost a mother to suicide.
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Oh, I am so sorry. No words. I feel the pain in your poem and comment.
Did you base this upon a Hebrew Biblical source? I ask because of your use of “nine and seven” instead of “ten and six” to represent sixteen. Hebrew uses the letters of the alphabet to represent numbers, and sixteen is represented as “nine and seven” (teth zayin) because “ten and six” (yud waw) resembles the name of God. A similar change applies to fifteen because “ten and five” (yud he) also represents the name of God.
No Bob, nothing so intellectual as all that. I meant a seven year old and a nine year old.
So much to dwell upon and be sorrowful for in this post. Senseless is a fitting title for it.
Against grief, life still pulses. Wishing you peace, kindness, light.
So many “senseless” things happen in this world. We ask ourselves “Why?” but rarely get a sensible answer.
Whew. This hit me right in the gut. Well done. And I am so sorry for the situation. Senseless, indeed.
This is a heartbreaker. I could feel the senseless tragedy of it.
This is a hard slice of life to swallow.
Spite is a powerful motivator which clouds all good judgement–thus the phrase “cutting off your nose to spite your face.” Unfortunate. But as I always say–At least I got a poem out of it.
Oh Senseless is the thing,… how can it just happen like that… and two little daughters
two little daughters – left you and left you to the misery she left behind. This breaks my heart. I cannot imagine how this affected you all. Senseless….
wow, just wow. Your words take me into a world of despair. As an adult, I can see maybe why a parent would leave, but I can also see that it doesn’t make sense to children at all. I am so sorry.
Sorry isn’t enough…My heart goes out to you
Whew. This is powerful and brave and angrier than hell. I don’t blame you. Good luck moving on.
So, so sad. Your piece is well titled indeed. Thinking of you and yours and wishing you peace and healing.
Your piece proves that grief has no time limit, creeps up on you at times often odd and bizarre. It must have taken quite a bit of energy to write this poem. I can feel the slashes of pain with each line each time I read along. It is very well done. Sometimes out of the anger and grief comes power, as you have demonstrated here. Bon courage.
Powerful piece.
Sadfunny.. how life works..
i could never determine THEN
how anyone could ever THINK
about taking their own life..
OMG.. life.. so precious
beautiful in all
the dArk and
LiGht..
pain.. and
grief.. suffering
and rebound.. through
Loss of child.. Loves..
and all the rest..
disability…
bullying..
BUT
Nature
beautiful
still and
true.. then..
but that was
not enough.. as
i came down with the
literal suicide disease.. a
pain worse than dentist
drill in teeth WITHOUT
novocaine but for me
in eye and ear for 66 months..
from wake to sleep named
type two Trigeminal
Neuralgia.. literally
assessed now in
medical literature
as a pain worse than
the torture of literal
crucifixion and 18
other life
threatening
synergy of
disorders too..
but..
hell no..
not even
THAT pain
was the worse
pain to me..
i lost my
emotions
and even
my sensory
feelings at one
point.. and what i kNow
now.. is what is possible
to overcome.. but what i also
kNoW now for sure.. it is
the silent
pain.. the
numb
that can
be worse than
any fire imaginable
than no feeling at all..
so.. i never judge anyone
for anything.. as no one
can truly see a soul of
dark.. in how
dark
can be..
bottom line.. i tale
this story every opportunity
i have.. as there could be someone
in the listening audience somewhere
who might gain just enough spark
for what i truly miraculously
overcame.. to go on one
more now for reality
that even
at the
bottom
of piece of paper
existence.. there
is another now..
a change
that
CAN
HAPPEN NO
matter even if..
as in my case
the doctors give up hope
and tell you just go
home
and suffer less
however you can
as we have no pills
that will bRing you back..
anyway.. been there.. done
it.. reams of hell.. but yes.. after
the deepest hell.. now.. the greaTesT
liGhts oF Heaven ARE POSSIBLE..
BOTTOM
LINE OF
HEAVEN
AFTER HELL..
REAL.. NO
FAIRY
TALE
REALnoW..:)
Oh, so much pain, here. So sorry. Prayers.
Oh, I am so sorry for your loss, and for the incredible loss for those young girls.
A psychiatrist once told me most suicides are aggressive actions directed against somebody. The man in this case, I gather. However, I also think the person;as mind must be disturbed at the time, or else they would not think like that and would realise the pain they cause to others. A terrible situation! I hope the writing helps you a little, and that having you and other people who care helps the daughters.