Blog entry by Alan Chapman

by Alan Chapman - Tuesday, 13 April 2021, 11:11 AM
Anyone in the world


happy ending


I am alive.

Increasingly.

It will be six years in a few days.

I live mostly in a happy ending.


if I have anything to offer


This is for anyone who's lost a loved one to suicide and almost followed.

Others might find it helpful.


there is a light


This is written with love, to light the way, to rebirth.

There is a light.

Brightly and beautifully imaginable, until it comes.


the ripping out of my soul


After the first year of shock and numbness,

The increasing dawning, 

Of the ripping out of my soul.


vultures


The vultures visit often.

To rip everything from my bones.

This will take another few years.


I punish and destroy myself.

Because all seems lost anyway.

I do not understand that I could learn to love myself.


Vultures are part of the beauty of everything that loves itself.

Much like the crow that comes when we are ready.



at least two of me


My destructive self has mostly chased away the optimistic hopeful man I used to be.  

What is the point of keeping anything.

When escape is impossible.

Future?

Nothing exists.



Except what we imagine :)



the learning


No teaching prepared me.

Alone in black nothing.

Unable to explain.


Doorways and feelings no longer exist.

I am dead.

I am without a soul, in a world of the living.

So I learn to be like this.

And I become this. 


jump to the happy ending


To be shown anything is possible.

 

I know some who know the path.


If only one step ahead.


I can be one.






 





      

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