Once again,
outside the cultural orbit,
I watch the world
mourning
Kate and Anthony.
I don't buy
designer bags,
and I rarely
travel abroad
but
I like
exotic food.
But,
strip away
all the fame,
the celebrity
stardust,
separate them
from all their
noisy, affected
followers,
and look at
their eyes,
human, weary
just like my
daughter's
when she
thankfully
failed at
doing herself in
at 11,
and I remember
my own fear,
discouraged sadness
and helplessness.
My heart weeps
for them
and those left behind,
with their
days ahead,
unwanted days
of angry rattling,
aimlessly plodding
through their souls
with unborn memories,
empty embraces,
and unanswerable questions.
[Mental illness is treatable and recovery is possible.
If you need to talk to someone, call National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255.]