I didn’t want to die when I swallowed all those pills.
I didn’t want to die when I climbed those lofty hills.
I didn’t want to die when I tied that rope on tight.
I didn’t want to die when I climbed that towers’ height.
I didn’t want to die when I loaded that old gun.
I didn’t want to die, yet what is done, is done.
I swallowed all those pills, and climbed those lofty hills;
And tied that rope on tight, and jumped off from that height.
And I loaded that old gun, for there wasn’t anyone,…to say:
“You do not have to die! It doesn’t have to be this way.”
I see you there with all those pills. I see you climbing hills.
I see that you purchased that rope and have no sense of hope.
I see that you are walking up the stairs to the top.
I see that gun, “Put it down. Put it down. Stop!”
You do not have to die, my friend.
This should not be your end.
I see you. I see you…and all that pain within you.
Please put down those pills, and walk beyond those hills.
Unknot that rope. There’s still hope. There’s still hope!
Lay down that gun, and in the morn we’ll watch the sun,…
As it peeks o’er the line ‘tween night and day,
We’ll sit and watch the start of another earthly day;
And laugh, and cry, and hope together,
Under the ethereal clouds we gather,…
And fashion into dreams.
K. Aldaya, 10/4/17