Dear Malcolm (Anger and the Beginning of Acceptance After A Friend’s Suicide)

Dear Malcolm, I had to work today. I dreaded it cuz it’s nearing Thanksgiving and you know how the store gets near the holidays. Everybody and they mama is in the store, buying up all the groceries, and just chaos everywhere. I’m dreading Wednesday. I have a 3-hour shift but I’m so dreading it… I... Continue Reading →

A Letter to a Friend Who Decided Life was Too Much & Killed Himself

Dear Malcolm, I thought…I thought I could write about this but I don’t think I can. My mind is still mush and my heart is halfway attached to my torn sleeve and halfway on the floor, a trail of dried blood following me. I can’t do this… *** Suicide just… hits differently than regular death.... Continue Reading →

Loving a Suicidal Writer

*I wrote this poem after reading an article about James Baldwin and his struggle with suicidal ideation* If I ask you to martyr me within your pages,blank and crisp, like unvarnished potential,don’t let your memory of me fade awaylike forgotten, abandoned childhood dreams.Don’t listen to my mournful woes.Write me beautiful and stellar,glamorous and headstrong.Paint me... Continue Reading →

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