By: Cedric McClester

As I wrote, my suicide note,
The phone began to ring
It was a friend, at the other end
Who called to tell me something
What was said escaped my head
But thank God that I’m not dead
As you can see it rescued me
And my note was never read

A simple act changed the fact
That I was prepared to check out
But as you see, it wasn’t meant to be
I no longer am living in doubt
Is it too broad, to say if God,
Hadn’t been there to intervene?
With the  message I’m telling, so compelling
That it can easily be gleaned

This is a lesson concerning depression
It doesn’t  necessarily have to stay
If it applies to you, what you’re going through
With work, one day, might go away
The thing of which I speak is not unique
For some it could help to pray
If you’re up a creek, in a fit of pique
Remember tomorrow's another day

Don’t give up hope, hang on to the rope
Because hope springs eternal
Don’t be deceived, by the web you weave
Have faith small as a kernel, ‘cuz
Those who believe, can even be retrieved
From the depths of the infernal
If you keep on pushing, life is a cushion
Against all things internal



         Cedric McClester, Copoyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.