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Yesterday

I met a woman

On a bridge.

On a ledge.

On the edge.

Of love and light.

Of day and night.

Of life.

And I asked her for advice.

And she said:

Some will hurt you a lot.

Some will hurt you a little.

Some will hurt you on the outside.

Some will hurt you in the middle.

But you will heal.

Some will waste your money.

Others, your time.

The worst: both.

But at the end of the rope,

there’s hope.

So, you’ll be fine.

You must.

Or you’ll bust.

And from the tears in her eyes,

I knew.

She was finished.

She jumped.

Died falling.

Died from falling.

The irony is appalling.

A life story that could never

be worth applauding.

Or could it?

Maybe, if I told her story.

Gave her death some glory.

Then maybe God will see her

as a martyr and have mercy.

She’ll show up at the gates, soaking wet.

Covered in water and regret.

And when he asks her why she jumped,

She’ll tell him she was thirsty.

And they will laugh.

And he will forgive her for her sin.

And let her in.

Because her only flaw was loving hard.

Wanted rock. Wound up sinking.

No preserver.

Death certificate says suicide.

I call it

murder.

And he’ll get away with it.

But this isn’t a reality show.

Because sometimes

When you’re in love,

The reality goes.

And you’re standing there.

In a bunch of feelings you didn’t even

know you had,

And part of you

is going to want to yell, “Dad.”

But you can’t because you’re grown.

And you should never

have brought him home

In the first place.

I know it hurts,

But it’s taking longer to heal

than it should have.

Think about the kind of man you could have.

If it was supposed to work, it would have.

Disappointment is certain.

Healing is on purpose.

So, before you fall into the darkness,

Pull back the curtains.

You must make the rest of your life

The best of your life

If you hope to have any life at all.

So, remember this woman

the next time you fall.

Yesterday, I met a woman

On a bridge.

On a ledge.

On the edge.

Of love and light.

Of day and night.

Of life.

And she asked me for advice.

And I told her,

Heavy is the head of a woman who carries her crown.

And when love leaves you in unfamiliar territory,

It is much easier to drown.

But the same courage that you used to fall in love,

You must find after.

I’m no preacher or pastor,

But I do know

that only God can put a smile where a frown was.

So, if you still do decide to jump,

I pray that God catches you

Before the ground does.

This year, an estimated one hundred thousand women will contemplate suicide because of a “boyfriend.” Seven thousand will be successful. One is too many.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

1-800-273-8255