How Suicide Turned Me Into a Seeker


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Telepathic Messages

For months we’ve exchanged

telepathic messages braided

in the sweet memories

of a youth which we kissed

good-bye in our dreams.

I hear your voice and see

your dimples through the

curtains of time and the ethers

across the waves, yet cannot

shake their power, so I

succumb and let them overtake me.


For months we’ve exchanged

telepathic messages braided

in the sweet memories

of a youth which we kissed

good-bye in our dreams.

I hear your voice and see

your shadow through the

curtains of time and the ethers

across the waves, yet cannot

shake their power, so I

succumb and let them overtake me.


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I arrive at your doorstep

tears flooding my deep green eyes —

loaded with dirt from past lives

nestled in unwanted triggers

from yesterday

as I slide through ambers

wondering of my threshold.

I fall into your strong arms

supported like a branch

of a strong tree trunk

as I thank you for catching me

before I crawl into a hole beneath

the one where you’ll shelter me

from this deep pain nesting in my psyche.

You don’t do much

except hold me which is all I want,

then you wait a few moments

while staring into my eyes

and cast a wink that fixes it all.

Diana Raab

Award-winning author/poet/blogger. Speaks and writes on writing for healing & transformation. Visit: dianaraab.com

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