Friday, March 26, 2010

The Second Chance

This poem was inspired by an old friend of mine. When we were in high school she told me a harrowing tale of one of her suicide attempts. Whether or not everything she said was truthful does not matter to me. It was great inspiration, and I have immortalized her story in a poem. The story goes as follows: She was extremely depressed, so she tried to drown herself in her bathtub one night. As she was inching closer to her goal, she recalls seeing nothing but white. Then an angel came to her and told her that it was not her time to go- she had a reason for being on this planet. As far as I know that was the last of her suicide attempts. So, here is what her story inspired: "The Second Chance."


Words are not enough to heal the scars upon my heart.
I tried to mend my broken soul, but still it fell apart.
Hope's a distant memory, there's emptiness ahead.
Faith in love has turned to ash and innocence is dead.

My solace is the butcher's knife I stashed inside my drawer.
Let the water overflow and lock the abthroom door.
Sink into the sacred bath to rid myself of sin.
Three simple steps to cleanse my soul, let retribution in.

Fear is screaming in my brain; my heart is filled with dread.
I know it's very simple- one, two, three and I'll be dead.
Still I hesitate with thoughts of what may happen in the end.
But this hunger that I feel for blood is strong and I give in.

The deed is sone, I think I've won. But what is this I see?
Breaking through the foggy white an angel beckons me.
Her touch is sweet November, and her voice a melody-
"Your time here isn't over," and with that she sets me free.

I wake up from this trance as though I've never lived before,
and right before my very eyes I see an open door.
I step beyond the threshold and I see a smiling face.
The world is bright and, in my heart, I know what's taken place.

My fragile soul was lifted- not to Heaven, but to peace.
With my spirit's newfound joy, this haunting anguish found release.
The dawning sun shines light on all the reasons I've to live.
My journey's far from over- I have so much left to give.

3 comments:

  1. The last line was just great...I love this poem. It's so relatable - you used the right words to make it haunting...and so real.

    Great poem, Shelbi!!

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  3. Keep up the good work! Personally, I don't like poetry, but this is amazing, haunting, very cool!

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