Do not go into that good night
Where the swirling white cold abyss lies
The sounds of the sirens calling to you
Do not heed their cries
The pulsating throbbing pain
From veins coiled around your brain
And though the world may never see you
Up
Clad in gold
You will fly
Maybe not today
Tonight
Tomorrow
Next year
But remember that you cannot soar unless you're here
Do not go into that good night
Do not go to that far off shore
Where no one returns
And souls are heard from no more
You may think that hope
Hope has died
And crumpled like thin tissue paper
Under the weight
The crushing
Terrifying
Tyrannical weight of the world
And all its lies
But remember that in paper dwells
The universe's symphony swelling
The energetic cords between us vibrating
There is a life to love and to breathe
A story there
A plot
A dream
The star's caress
The nebula's guidance
The ever expanding realm of consciousness
All of that and more is here in this piece of paper reborn
So do not heed the sirens' call
Cover your ears from the eerie voices
Quick
Fasten yourself to the mast
L'appel du vide
Hold on tight
Live out of love for yourself
I know
I know
That is a hard cup to drink
And do not go into that good night
It will be alright
You are so much stronger than you think
YOU ARE READING
A Meditation on Paper
PoetryTW: su*c*dal ideation mention This poem I wrote after battling some suicidal ideations. I thought that I would share it here in the hopes that maybe it will help someone else to feel a little better. The world and life can be tough. Please remember...
