1 in 25

The article said 1 in 25

4% left standing in the dark.

Lost without light to find their way

wandering upon a road alone.

Broken maybe, some, maybe not

but sad enough and worse they cannot see.

That moments pass and things will change again

so many times they won’t remember this.

Vision narrowed by silence

and the pain of being alone.

Whether real or self-imposed

it’s irrelevant.

It’s real in the moment it’s felt

and true in the moment it’s lived.

And the silence screams louder

than anything else ever will.

1 in 25 can’t see tomorrow

of the 4% how many of them will?

With 96 others taking all of our attention

those 4 will slip quietly through the cracks.

The cracks that have shaken their foundation

the broken pieces they can’t seem to fit.

Together again, the pieces form a puzzle

but connecting the dots does not appeal to them.

What do we have to do to hear them

to know which one will be 1 of the 4?

How do you see 1 in 25

when 96 others are currently loud and clear?

Listen to the silence and the pauses

listen for the things not being said.

Look beyond the shadows into darkness

and be amazed at what is shining brightly within.

 Clear a single path amongst the clutter

wipe away the dust with your bare hand.

Sit amongst the pieces that are scattered

and you will see them fit together once again.


*Written in response to an article on teen suicide statistics.* 

Shared at dversepoets.com

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