runnels
of hot tears
course
across trails
long
traveled.
No
balm for ills,
impossible
challenge
blocks
every effort.
I
live in the blackest well,
subterranean
existence
devoid
of a glimmer of light,
bleak
and hopeless.
Ugly
bigotry, self-recrimination
damns
every thought -
bleak
lives don’t matter.
I
struggle to rise to the level
of
support and charity
extended
by so many.
But
still inside myself,
I
cannot break past walls
that
await in front of every hopeful turn.
Contemplating
the potential peace of non-existence,
I
consider the horror of self destruction.
It
would be so easy.
It
would be so easy.
It
would be so easy.
But
my counselors remonstrate,
“Just
a change of scenery”.
And
those professing care and love,
injured
beyond imagining,
wounded
to the heart
by
my selfish impulse,
unable
to comprehend
the
dark force that ever drives my thoughts.
Helpless
and naked
I
cry unto God for relief.
What
answers mocks my pain.
I
cried because I had no shoes
until
I met a man who had no feet.
The mist of darkness will cover you at times so much that you will not be able to see your way even a short distance ahead. You will not be able to see clearly. But you can feel your way. With the gift of the Holy Ghost, you can feel your way ahead through life. Grasp the iron rod, and do not let go. Through the power of the Holy Ghost, you can feel your way through life. (See 3 Nephi 18:25; D&;C 9:8.) Elder Boyd K Packer: Lehi's dream and you
Suicide: Some Things We Know, Elder Russel M Ballard
Suicide: Some Things We Know, Elder Russel M Ballard
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