Poetry submitted by sadgirl on Saturday, December 04, 2004 at 10:45PM :

By: sadgirl
Widow: of Gary 05/21/48 - 09/17/04

November 11, 2004

55 days since he killed himself... ):

The Circle of Friends

It hurts, in the Circle, but we must endure,

for, without here to lean, more pain we’d incur.

We gnash our teeth and we pull at our hair,

it’s all we can do...when there’s so much despair.

We rant, and we rave, and we scream, and we cry,

and ask, in the Circle, ‘My God, why’d they die?’

But lovingly holding our hearts in your hands,

you tell us we’ll make it...you tell us we can.

We come to the Circle...and together we cry,

For here, all have lost and here, all ask, ‘why’?

We hold tight to each other to strengthen the cord,

and with deep felt faith, we pray to our Lord.

We ask that He help us, our needs to be met,

to understand suicide, because we don’t. Not just yet.

Much love in our Circle has gotten us through,

though difficult to deal with, and sometimes still blue.

We continue to love, lending support without end,

to help sort through the hurt and being a friend.

Suicide's so dispiriting, it shreds the very soul,

tearing up hopes and dreams, and destroying all goals.

But our lives must continue...we must find a way,

to wake up each morning...and face the new day.

But if we should we find, that it can not be done,

the searing pain too intense...no smiles, not a one.

Just come to the Circle...for here you will find,

true friendships and love and all, unbelievably kind

We can make it, we can do this, I know that we can,

because the love from our Circle...will extending us that hand.

So, if your feeling downtrodden, heavy-hearted and sad,

just come to this Circle...and leave feeling glad.