Rewriting Memory
Perhaps it was because I was young and didn’t know
Or because I was depressed and at my wit’s end
That in making detailed plans to take my life
I was contradicting everything I had penned
I was in that dark place where I saw no light or hope
Unhappy with the situation I was in
So there I was, lost at the end of the rope
Without faith and everything I had believed in
When I woke up later in the hospital bed
The reality came crawling back to me
In my failure I had been given another chance
And yet I still felt like I really wasn’t free
It didn’t matter how many times I tried it
If I didn’t look inward, I would never know
The escape I wanted was never meant to be
I had to dig through the roots in order to grow
The dark memory of those several attempts
Are a warning to never go back to that place
It’s a stark reminder of who I used to be
But now I’m in a better, brighter active phase
Powerfully penned, Wally. I felt this write my friend. I can relate to being in a bad place in life where it seems like there is no escape or reason to live. I never attempted but thought about it, but I was killing myself slowly with the drink. Second chances are precious indeed. Excellent write. Appreciate you.
Damian