I never put trigger warnings in my posts, but I will for this one. TW: mental illness, suicide
This was inspired by the official NaPoWriMo prompt, which is “to write a poem that poses a series of questions” (I hope this fits) and also the Weekly Scribblings prompt about liminal space. In case you’re wondering, I actually feel better after writing this. I thought maybe I shouldn’t post, but I couldn’t resist responding to 2 prompts at once. 🙂
“Are you thinking about suicide?”
Sometimes I call the crisis helpline
Just to hear somebody ask that.
Everyone else — they seem too afraid,
As if posing the question will give it heft,
Will push me over the fragile edge,
Out of that in-between space
And make my traitorous brain say,
“Yes, now that you mention it, I’d
Love to end it” — which is not the case.
“How are you really feeling?”
Sometimes I wonder who has the courage
To take the honest and unvarnished truth.
Everyone else — they seem unaware,
Although many or most would say they care.
I might test them, giving them little hints,
Yet they are shocked, regardless,
If I reveal its seriousness.
Sometimes I wonder, were they not listening,
Or do healthy brains really find that so horrifying?