POEM 1

Suicide grief is the biggest pain I hold deep, it's like an ocean where the sea swallows you up and gulps you whole, it's the darkness in the distance, it's the shaken-up drink that explodes showing we can't always hide, it's in the hurt and the pain we hold ever so tight.

It's the chapter of a book you wish to not explore, It's in the ones we love where joy is a jealously and numbness creeps up like a cheetah magically running from offshore, it's in a puzzle we don't dare to touch, it's in the cold winter evenings and the snow that lays dormant at night, it is that autumn morning glow, that sound of a robin as it greets you with a hello, it's in the stillness of the strong breeze, it's in the silence at night. We always remember, we always remember.

It's the comfort of a hello, a friendly face and the heavens glow, it's the joy of connection and the memories once shared and sewn, it's in the empathy and care of another, it's in the warm seas and the photos we keep. Grief is a tricky character; it suffocates us in moments so raw but hugs us in helping to remember all the good times spent together, helping us to smile again. Losing someone to suicide is the hardest thing I have ever experienced but as I look forward, I am met with warmth and empathy from the ones I love, tomorrow is a new day and I will never let his memory be short lived, he will be in my heart forever and that is forever where he lays, where he lives.