They will remember for a year,
They will talk for a month,
They will mourn for a week,
And they will weep for a day.
You’ll become a name
To be taken with a sigh
Till their minds are shattered
By another tragedy.
They might hold a wake,
They might create a memorial,
They might build a sepulchre,
They might even sing an ode to your sorrow.
Yet, in the end,
It does matter.
The life you’ve lived, the memories you’ve created, the love you’ve given and the love you’ve received.
You’re more than the sum of your parts. You’re someone’s hope, someone’s inspiration, someone’s support, someone’s desire, someone’s family, someone’s entire life.
So when you feel you’re falling,
When the future seems too bleak,
When you feel like giving up,
Take a long hard peek,
At the pages of your life,
At the imprints left by people,
At the threads interconnected,
At the lives interwoven.
Then pull upon the spirit of human resilience,
And show your demons
That they can’t get you down
Because you’re not alone in this battle,
You’ve got an army by your side.
Then rise,
Rise again,
From dust and dirt
Because you’ve undergone a trial by fire
And proven to be more than just
A whisp of breath and a skeleton of bones.
The world is still reeling in the aftermath of Chester Bennington’s suicide. I, for one, am yet to come to terms with the fact that Robin Williams, the quintessential joker, suffered a a similar end after battling depression. There are thousands of other souls who have given up or are in the process of losing their hold on life. Every day is a struggle, each moment, an insurmountable challenge. I wish I could do more to help them. I wish there was an instant cure, a remedy that could take away all their ailments. There isn’t. But what we, each one of us, can do is spread the word on the importance of mental health. Break the taboo surrounding mental illnesses. Uplift these tribulations to the same level of concern that our physical well-being is regarded with. Because, for lack of a better comparison, mental illness is akin to cancer, a tumour that gnaws at us from within. A parasite that lives within us and thrives on us. And in the end, it eats us whole. An early diagnosis and apt treatment, however, is still our best and safest bet. So reach out, recognise mental ailments, get their victims/patients the help they deserve. Do not undermine their pain, alleviate it. Do not make them pariahs, their own minds do that enough. Every step, be it counselling, therapy, or medication, helps. So let’s vow to open our eyes and gently, but surely, in the words of another troubled soul, heal the world. I am urging everyone because more often than not the victims of mental illnesses will be unable to identify their symptoms, but the people around them can very easily notice red flags. So let’s all do our bit and help our fellowmen.
To read more on the importance of mental health awareness and a poetic description of some illnesses and how they affect victims, click here.
I would also like to thank Christine Ray, who has a wonderfully inspiring blog – http://www.braveandrecklessblog.com – for the title and last line of this poem. “Breath and Bone” was a writing prompt challenge hosted on her blog and although I’m too late to submit an entry for it, I do wish to thank her for coming up with words than can be interpreted in a myriad ways and depict the struggles faced by us.
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