It gets better.
Whatever pressure
is crushing you,
whatever frustrations
are tearing you apart,
will end.
Permanent solutions
to temporary problems
are a waste
of who you could be.
Don’t take drastic actions
when patience could prevail
and provide purpose
for the brilliant future
you deserve.
Whatever burdens you,
buries you,
bullies you,
will end.
Call for help
It’s here.
Hold hope in your hands.
Give your future a chance.
Trust time to release you
from pain,
not death.
.
.
In an exercise of hope, I wrote this in present tense, though it is a letter to a brilliant young man who once sat in my class room, and sadly did not trust time: so much potential, crushed by despair, frustration and anger. I am mourning the loss of his shadowed light in our world. It only needed time for it to shine brilliantly, but he did not wait to see.
Shawn L. Bird 
Wow! I needed this…about RIGHT NOW! Thanks for the perspective! 🙂
It hurt me that the young man I am addressing in this poem needed only 2 years to be free of the household stresses that oppressed him. 2 years is NOTHING! If the words help you, I’m glad. That will be a small consolation to the loss of a fantastic young man.
Thanks for the poem. This is encouragement that I need.
Be blessed.
I think your poem is relatable by many age groups. As a person with chronic depression and PTSD, I found your poem to be very poignant. I love your “permanent solutions to temporary problems” and “trust time…” These are issues I struggle with, and seriously, not to sound cliche’ but I found this at the right time. Thank you. 🙂 And btw, LOVE the hair!!
Thanks for validating the need for the words. Thanks too for the compliment. At the moment my hair is a blue, pink, and purple accented shag. It may be time to update the photo. 😉
Yet another terrible loss to the world. It’s good there’s someone to record the passing as you have done Shawn. xx Hugs xx
I will be working through this one for awhile, I think.
Thanks for reading my blog. I love this poem, so much, and it’s just so heartbreaking to read of your student. I wish my husband could have read this before he chose a permanent solution.
Oh Aimee. I’m so sorry for your loss. (((hug)))