Colors Loom

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 05/11/2018 - 21:03

I see a void over which colors loom

Waiting to embrace in the place of gray

Our children are lost inside of this gloom

While parents are kneeling to weep and pray

We hail them on with exuberant cheer

And muster courage, their hearts to carry

While standing by, they see their end is near

And they only live in hopes to bury

Once they’re gone we suddenly wonder why

With such deep dread they began every day

And looked up never into the bright sky

Wishing only to die and fall away

We ask ourselves “Could I have done better?”

And we weep for opportunity lost

Love on their parents, write them a letter

Now knowing we lacked in love’s high cost

Step back a moment, back with me in time

And let me beg you, please listen to me

Minds sometimes change with the toss of a dime

And burdens bourn will loosen, now set free

If friends can learn to comfort in sorrow

Listen to them, hold them and dry their tears

Stay while they find their hope for tomorrow

Bolster their faith and assuage their dark fears

Always try to comprehend what’s going on

Give loving judgement with gentle support

Remind of help during battle so long

Don’t push for them a fake smile to sport

On days when they are fueled by darkness bleak

Spend time with them in silent reflection

With your company to comfort them seek

Don’t regret silence in retrospection

For to have a friend, and a hand or smile

On days when the darkest of thoughts are prone

It is a blessing; life made worthwhile

And helps this earth to feel more like a home

So now this friend has decided to stay

And wage this war, this dark, creeping battle

Against sleepless night or a restless day

Killing depression’s sorrowful prattle

Then hope is found as each day is made new

A fresh start begins for this friend once sad

Their life is filled with smiles brought on by you

And their once heavy heart is now made glad

Brightest colors now instead of looming

Come to fill up their lives; are swooping down

As comforting words we now are crooning

While kindness fits on their head like a crown

Rainbows of color are bursting above

And they look up to the skies painted fresh

Because of the actions you made in love

This friend can give thanks for every new breath

Author's age when written


This is beautiful! I love your word choice!
Can I ask what inspired this poem?

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

A mixture of things, really. Every story I hear of children, young adults, or even adults committing suicide break my heart every time I hear them. Depression and suicidal depression have always been a point of curiosity with me, and I’ve always wondered what I could do to encourage those around me who may struggle with such thoughts (whether I’m aware of their struggle or not). And then I got to a place in my life that was very dark and difficult, and I finally understood what it meant to be tired of living.

This poem is an attempt to highlight some ways that my friends and family have blessed me on my difficult days, as well as to encourage those around me that they can help, and we can all hope. It does get better. :)

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Wow, a very good job!
I remember we had a teacher at our church who talked about suicide. He stated, “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” Once we make that choice, we can’t go back.
These hardships usually turn out to be things to test us and make us stronger. I think of what happened to Job in the Bible...and you’re right. It does get better.
I like that you talk about the blessings of friends and family, for it truly is, especially in a difficult time.
Well done!

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thank you so much. I really appreciate your comments!

My pastor has often called suicide “the ultimate act of selfishness” and that has always stayed in my mind. I think that those who go through with suicide are so hopeless that they stop thinking about those around them. Self-inflicted death has many lasting consequences, and I’ve heard stories of kids who struggled with suicidal thoughts who couldn’t go through with the act because they remembered their mother, or sister, or friend, and how terribly sad they would be if they were gone.

...Anyways, I could ramble on forever on the subject, but I’ll spare you. ;) thank you again for your comments.

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

This is so beautiful! I love the idea of making the earth more of a home for someone, and I felt such a sense of relief at the line about minds changing at the turn of a dime..
This all rings so true ❤