Barrel or Rope

(Nadine Strydom)

Sometimes giving up is harder than you think.

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If ever you sit and wonder
How does this all work out
Just remember who you are,
Even when filled with doubt.

The stillness in your eyes
Make you look so lost and forlorn,
The weight heavy on your shoulders
Make it clear you too, are worn.

The barrel at your temple
Might be good for a way around,
The pills you've held before,
People do not like that sound.

The rope is dangling from a ceiling,
Gleaming impishly, oh why?
Why is it when in sadness,
You so wish you could die?

Saying you will beat it,
Or that you should just stay strong,
Is something everyone always says,
But they couldn’t be more wrong.

Pretending doesn’t help,
It doesn’t chase away the pain,
It doesn’t remove all your demons,
And suddenly then you’re fine.

There’s a stillness in the echo,
When your body screams in agony, 
The demons haunt your soul, 
Not your brain , nor your body. 

Life has a funny way of working,
Not by a barrel, or a rope,
There’s no pills to make you better
But companion is your hope.
© Nadine Strydom 2019