It’s Suicide Prevention week. I’ve woken up early the past two mornings, so today I thought I’d focus some of that extra energy on my own tribute to the theme of this week. Hopefully some others will be able to connect and find some healing through this drawing/poem. “Golden Eyes” Emily Lasinsky 9/9/14 You taught yourself to play-spent hours on end, Covers to cover the times you didn’t fit in, Couldn’t compare to original feelings etched in a Five Star notebook. You sang “Brown Eyed Girl” with such conviction, As if you knew that blue eyed girl would break your heart, Transfixed by the image in the crystal ball, It still doesn’t work-I too learned the pain of blue eyes. Something changed in you way before puffy eyes, Not only a symptom. Weightlifted years before, but nothing compared to the heaviness of held back tears, Some view your exit as an escape-weakness, No-you felt and felt deeply, Conditions this world doesn’t tend to nurture. Your eyes shut and the flood gates were finally opened-weight lifted. You walked through open gates—so different than this town, Now your golden eyes reflect the streets, A few shades off of brown. I miss you, But it’s good to hear people say I remind them of you-it’s the dimples. I feel you very close as I write, and though it’s okay to feel sadness, I don’t. I remember picnics and fast rides jamming to music I couldn’t understand, I remember when you used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da la te da Years later…I understand. (Golden Eyes Pastel Drawing 5.5x8.5 9/9/14)
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 10:31:18 +0000
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