i missed the nuances of your decline it wasn’t a leap from a mountaintop but a bumpy slow fall down a rocky hill there was no loud outcry for help just a few rocks and some dust scattered now and then as you grappled silently with the slippery slope of life easy to see in hindsight perhaps but in real time just a few rocks and some dust scattered as you grappled silently with the slippery slope of life bruises hidden you weren’t trying to draw attention to your desperation but you probably thought i would be there to catch you just like those other times and that is the source of my heartbreak little did I know that you would make your escape into that dark night away from our love away from the light as you grappled silently with the slippery slope of life and that is the source of my heartbreak i missed the nuances of your decline but you probably thought i would be there to catch you just like those other times and that is the source of my heartbreak
My brother is gone, but his memory lives on. His suicide 7 years ago tomorrow was shocking, painful, unexpected and unnecessary – and yet his memory is sweet and life-affirming.
Time has a way of making that happen.
But what shouldn’t happen is any more preventable deaths.
World Mental Health Day is October 10, but EVERY DAY is a good day to focus on mental health, our own and that of our loved ones.
If you or anyone you know is suffering from the slippery slope of life and contemplating taking the ultimate step to end it, please call the National Suicide Hotline at 800-273-8255.
Or if you are struggling with the challenges of 2020, please know that you are not alone. Reach out. Share your nuances with someone. We may not notice the rocks and dust being scattered on your bumps down that rocky hill without your outcry – but once we hear it, we will come.
These reflections shared in loving memory of Steven Thomas Harvell.
© 2020, Glover Gardens
Shared to the dVerse Poets’ Pub site on “Open Link Night” on Sept. 28, 2023. You can find lots of creative and thought-provoking poetry there.