T'was a regular family dinner
My least favourite uncle was there
The long meal was almost over
Time for coffee cups and dessertware
The discussion soon had turned
To politics and adult things
With voices now sounding concerned
About what the future may bring
I'd always been old for my years
And enjoyed deep conversation
So I stayed there, opened my ears
Taking part in the discussion
I don't remember the subject
But this time, I uttered through tears
"All those who suicide elect,
I think I understand their fears."
These were strong words for a young mouth,
But nobody seemed to hear them
The arguments went back and forth
And I, alone, was feeling numb.
They simply kept on talking
As if I hadn't been there
Nobody had been listening
To my overwhelming despair.
I am not sure what happened then
I think I got up in a haze;
I never voiced that fear again
For no one cared for my malaise
Today's OctPoWriMo's prompt was "Everyone went on eating". Well, for me, the meal was almost over, but this is the incident that came to mind.
I know that if a teen of mine were to utter these words, I would certainly pick up on it and ask them about it in a private setting. I wouldn't just let it go and dismiss it as non-sense, or unimportant.
I guess I'm healing from that wound, as writing it didn't make me cry, but the tears are pooling just there, on the rim of my eyelids, like they did back then.
Grab a cup of tea or coffee (oh what the heck, get a danish too!) and sit a spell. You might want to grab your notebook and pen because you never know when you will be inspired to write down a quote, or jot down a poem of your own. Words are like that, they take you on a journey and the next thing you know you are breathing life into your own magical world of words.