Slow Suicide

When I heard they
found you in the street
unconscious
I knew you wanted out...
slow suicide
I knew you had finally
given up
On yourself,
the world,
your life.
You lost everything
that society says
defines you
wife,
job,
income.
But when
you lost your license,
ability to 'fly'
and they
wanted to put
you in a cell
incarcerated,
it was over.
no freedom,
no life,
no living.
You were gone.

People think the
alcohol did it,
but it was just
the instrument
of your
destruction,
your weapon
of choice.

People don't
get
that it's our
insides
that destroy us or...
save us.
Our interior,
our mind,
our emotions.
It's so hard
to slay a dragon
that lies within,
hiding
insidious
cunning
You must have
eyes that
look inward
instead of outward,
toward instead of
away
from
in order to see.
Most of us
are blind about
ourselves...
lost,
helpless.
We're dying
every day
by believing
the lies
we've been told
about ourselves
instead of the truth
of who we are.
We become
disconnected.
We each have our
own story.
Your story ended,
I think, with
a case of
terminal
hopelessness.

(I am so sorry you
didn't understand how
beautiful you were/are)


(You are probably
full of hope now, a light
radiating; warm & soft;
sweet & golden; loved
and loving. You are
certainly loved from
here ♥ )