Tomorrow is World Suicide Prevention Day organised by the International Association for Suicide Prevention (IASP)
There are various events happening around the UK to remember loved ones; talk about suicide and break down taboos. There seem to be quite a few cycling events – which I would have jumped at getting involved in, once upon a cycle.
I’ve been reeling over the past few weeks after hearing of the suicide of a friend and lover who was a big part of my life during my twenties. I hadn’t seen him for more than ten years but last year wrote a poem for him, which I had been considering sending him… sadly it’s too late now. He left this world on 4 August 2013.
For Kraean Fever
You led me to a field of breath
with all its intricate possibilities
for addressing the quandry
of being alive; this forever moment
forever here, forever gone.
I followed your promise of liberation,
down through the rhythm of breath,
absolved by its motion from the nostrils;
into the lungs and further
to the depths of the belly; the centre.
You never learnt to breathe with kindness;
sadly, fell into dangerous cavities
made foolish by a cool intelligence;
and a weapon-like facility for reason.
Years’ later you said you had never been loved
in the way that I loved you:
a pasture ripe for forgiveness,
straining for air under an implacable sun.