Why Beanstalks Seek the Sun: About Suicide, Life, Hope and Courage
Lost and found footprints.
About youth suicide.
Why? Why is there is a sense of hopelessness that we who care, often feel very deeply and intensely at the loss of a child. It is an extremely powerful emotion that undermines all others, more so when we have lost that loved one to suicide. As parents, we can often unwittingly be blind to many of the deeply emotional struggles that our children can and often experience, especially during that period when great hormonal and physical changes are taking place. Generally, we kind of expect our kids to approach their teen years, in a similar manner to how we did. Perhaps that would apply perfectly if the world, its technology and opportunities, didn’t change from one generation to another.
Effectively, it doesn’t take very much to create gapping differences, although in fairness, that is also something that makes having children a wonderful event. Most parents want their children to do better and have more life options than were available to them. Today’s generation certainly do in some respects have greater opportunities and yet in other respects, are exposed to risks that their parents never were. In an online generation there are often perils that offline parents are maybe completely unaware of, especially given the width and depth of social and unsocial networking, which precludes parental involvement.
So what of loss? The loss of our young to suicide is a truly sad and cruel scourge that has no boundaries in regard to age, race, religion or sex. Suicide is becoming a more prevalent problem than most societies are prepared to own up to. There tends to be an extremely negative social stigma attached to suicide, which serves to downplay the existence and ongoing effects of youth suicide, while ensuring that proactive efforts to address the problem openly and honestly are undermined. Youth suicide is not a taboo and should not be promoted as such; it is an unnecessary loss of young lives, an unnecessary event that is killing our children!
'Why Beanstalks Seek The Sun' by Pearldiver, is a poem about youth suicide and what it is to be a parent who has lost a large part of that parent's life. This article is not written as a result of the author losing a child personally to youth suicide, rather it is written as a result of the deep understanding that the author has for all parents who have suffered from this cruel and often silenced waste of beauty and talent. Tell the world what the world has lost and perhaps it will care, as we do.
* Pearldiver *
Copyright © 2011 - 2013 Pearldiver Poetry with all rights reserved
Some people worry more about fallen leaves than human life.
Such unseen changes in you.
A futile gentle demeanor.
Beanstalks seeking the sun.
You changed in ways unseen
I remember your fears
How you hated heights
Wouldn’t swing high in the park
You never trusted the swing
Or that I wouldn’t let you fall
I would never let that happen
You grew up to be so fine
Yet unsure and slightly awkward
I put that down to, the nature of the seed
A bean seeking the sun, growing tall
How I looked forward to times together
I never knew how others treated you
Or how cruel were those who bullied
Online there on a page, a crime
Why? Why do they cull the best?
Why do they act like movie wolves?
Why did I never ask if you were okay?
And why, I never guessed?
I never saw the pain behind soft eyes
Only a futile gentle demeanor of childhood
Holding onto final hours before
A dawning of your metamorphosis
Your growth, your wonderful destiny
Why, why did I never see?
How much you needed certainty
How much you feared the unknown
How to fix the broken pieces
How to reach a shattered soul
How to hold you, forever hold you
Just so you would know
Of broken pieces shattered.
Escapee of the reality.
I always believed I knew you
And I understood your heart
Your quite ways of seeming to be
I never could have seen
Any of the signs that they say
Gives us warning, WARNING
Gives us time, time to stop
To fix the broken pieces
Before they hit the ground
Before they shatter beyond repair
Warning, warning, Why!
There was no damn warning!
And you swung high without fear
And here you hang lifelessly
Now silent, my silent dear
I can not fix the broken pieces
I could not see your pain
Why, why, WHY?
No warning, no signs, Why!
Broken pieces of you now
Embedded within my heart
Broken silence echoing
Shock reverberating damn whys
And here you hang lifelessly
Limp peacefulness in your face
Escapee of the reality of your pain
Yet now you are broken, like my heart
Why? Why could you not say?
I would have taken away the sadness
Helped you grow closer to the sun
Saved our world from this waste
In this crime of fear there is no beauty
No perpetrators caught by remorse
Just we, the preferred victims
Broken, we each in someway broken
By so many disjointed dots of why
Look at the braveness of your fate
Yes you have swung high above your fear
With certainty and purpose
You faced the darkness alone
Weighed down with secret burden
And here you hang lifeless
Now silent, my silent dear
In silence I cut down my child
Silence echoes. Why? Why?
Among the unsaid words
A flood of emotions mixed
Silence cut down this child’s innocence
So our broken pieces shatter more
Limp peacefulness in your face
I close the curtains of your bulging eyes
And I hope you fly with angels
And I hold you to my heart in lateness
And remember you never trusted
That I wouldn’t let you fall
Why do you lay here, my broken lad?
When I close my eyes in every tomorrow
I will see empty fields surrounding me
The barren miles waiting for me to plow
Since you left us here, in broken silence
Lost to the erosion and decay of why
The only rain to bless our broken beans
Falls endlessly from shattered tears now
oo0oo
* Words by Pearldiver *
Copyright © 2011 - 2013 Pearldiver Poetry with all rights reserved
Since you left us here in broken silence.
Get to know your children.
#2 What should we do?
'Are You Really Okay?'
Too many look away in shame
Try to cover up in silence, what should be said
They refuse to recognize it’s something more
Than just some crazy mixed up kid
Yet we ignore the failure buried in such apathy
Most no longer know how to stop their fall
Don’t see the dangers in unsocial networks
In fact, it’s probably fair to say
That many kids aren’t known at all
So help them work through their fears, their pain
Ask them everyday, “Are you really okay?”
And let them know how loved they are and why
Build their confidence and self esteem
Help them build on their strengths each day
Give them reasons to endure and achieve
And when they fear the things sent to test them
Show them that you had to face those fears too
They taught you how to believe in life, believe in you
Believe in butterflies and angels, in being true
Teach them to believe there is no failure
In anything they try to do
Beanstalks will always reach for the greatest light
Why? There is no natural need to search darkness
If you plant them in a position to always see their sun.
oo0oo
* Words by Pearldiver *
Copyright © 2011 - 2013 Pearldiver Poetry with all rights reserved