Say Something
Reaching out matters, from either side.
Solace and solitude are not the same
If the voices inside are too vicious to tame.
Lies that we tell ourselves lurk in the mind.
Every hurt leaves a fresh, open wound behind.
“No one cares!” is too easy to believe.
Comfort's yours for the taking, and sweet self-reprieve.
End the silence. Speak up. Don't leave someone to grieve.
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A/N: With World Suicide Prevention Day right around the corner (September 10th), an acrostic seemed like a good way to express that silence can be fatal.
Reach out to - or for a friend. Donate to or participate in one of the many campaigns against suicide. Here's one that's close to my heart. (This is not a sponsored link. Although I have participated in the past, I am not affiliated with or participating in this event):
And, of course, this poem was written for the Vocal Moment of Silence Challenge:
About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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