This poem by Mary Evelyn expresses her personal journey through grief and hope:
The after flo of suicide
In the quiet of a room where laughter used to bloom,
Echoes linger softly, shadows fill the gloom.
A chair sits unoccupied, a favorite book unread,
In the heart of those who loved him, a heavy weight of dread.
Children’s eyes, once bright with joy, now clouded with despair,
They search for answers in the air, but find a vacant stare.
“What did we miss? What could we do?” they whisper in the night,
A puzzle with missing pieces, lost beyond their sight.
The wife, she walks through memories, each smile now a tear,
A love that once felt endless, now filled with silent fear.
She holds the weight of questions, of dreams that slipped away,
In the silence of the mornings, where hope has gone astray.
Friends gather in the twilight, sharing stories of the past,
Yet in their laughter lingers, a shadow that’s been cast.
They reminisce of good times, but can’t escape the pain,
Each joke a fleeting moment, a reminder of the rain.
“Why didn’t we see the signs?” they ponder in regret,
Wishing they could turn back time, to lessen this upset.
Yet in their hearts, a seed still grows, of love that won’t decay,
A bond that ties them closer, in a world that feels so gray.
So let them share their sorrow, let them weep and let them heal,
For in the depths of anguish, the truth is what they feel.
Together they will navigate the darkness and the light,
Finding strength in one another, through the long and lonely night.
And though the hurt may linger, and the questions may remain,
In every tear and memory, they’ll find a way to gain.
A legacy of love endures, in whispers soft and kind,
For those who’ve left this world too soon, still linger in the mind
Mary Evelyn
