For My Friend Who Lost Her Life To Suicide
Like a wild rose on the sidewalk
you lived your life
smiling to others
oblivious of your own fragility
You held your head high
until the weight of your disease
bent your neck
and depressed your head
Your will to live
browned like petals
fell to the ground
obliterated by the storms
of this battle we fight
and I, for all this time
did not try to know you
did not relate to you
until I myself
lay awake wanting to die
Selfishness is a rock
difficult to break
to soften, or to
permeate kindness into
You were to me
a breeze passing
through a stream
leaving ripples of impact
You were a friend
who modeled assertiveness
by speaking your mind
without being unkind
I will never again
see your survivor smile
but the fire of your spirit
shall not leave my memory
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