The Scar-f on my neck
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Saddened wool whips round my neck. To hide the scars of a life where I showed disrespect. This wool that pulls oh so tight. Almost ended me one cold spring night.

A Poem about Suicide awareness. #Andymansclub

Please anyone who has feeling like this talk about it and/or see that things can get better as long as your still here. and that you are worthy of self appreciation no matter who you are.

The Scar-f on my neck

Saddened wool whips round my neck. To hide the scars of a life where I showed disrespect. This wool that pulls oh so tight. Almost ended me one cold spring night

Had I had a scarf so soft. Maybe I could have risen high aloft. Instead I fell from the tree

Cutting my back and neck so that it did bleed. Had the scarf whipped harder still.

I would not be here to lift this quill

The pain continued many months more. Physical, like death was at my door. I invited him, the threads of this scarf

Are so dark

Just like the night where I did seek the arc. I pray of thee don't be like me!

Had the branch not snapped. My life would hath ended. Had the threads not bended

My life and this beautiful future would not have been rendered

Never take the chance at death. Life has something for you. Patience for the broiling sadness will pass. Gasp for air and see at last. There is something better than the unchangeable past.

So, wear the scarf. And thread together a psyche of comfort. Because many would never wish you to be done for! Now, the scarf I wear hides my wounds

But it doesn't beckon me to meet my maker soon

Never give up on your life please attune. To the sacred being that is you!

The passing colour of blue. Find something that makes you tick. And I say please Love thyself

Know that you have a wealth of courage. And you can face those dreary grey skies. Because in time they will be transformed before your eyes With a silver lining.

Look to the rising sun. And think of the day that is not yet done.

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