My face, I find, is wet; but her day has not come yet. A warm embrace, her voice I crave; This nightmare’s noose is longing. Nary a hole in this dirt I kick. It’s freed, now, of that icy grip. Yet, Still I crave to see her feel her breathe her in; such turmoil drudging on because I just can’t have her yet. Until then, withholding screaming I find myself still lost in dreaming. Her arms; they wrap around me on this cold, September morning. THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN IN HONOR OF NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION MONTH. RESOURCES: • IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW IS EXPERIENCING A MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS, CALL OR TEXT 988 IMMEDIATELY. • IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE TALKING ON THE PHONE, YOU CAN CHAT THE SUICIDE & CRISIS LIFELINE AT 988LIFELINE.ORG. • YOU CAN ALSO TEXT NAMI TO 741-741 TO BE CONNECTED TO A FREE, TRAINED CRISIS COUNSELOR ON THE CRISIS TEXT LINE. • FOR MORE RESOURCES, VISIT NATIONAL ALLIANCE ON MENTAL HEALTH: NAMI.ORG • FOR GRIEF AND LOSS RESOURCES, VISIT AMERICAN COUNSELING ASSOCIATION: COUNSELING.ORG • FOR SURVIVORS OF SUICIDE RESOURCES, PREVENTION RESOURCE CENTER: SPRC.ORG VISIT SUICIDE 31
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