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Not Forgotten Or Remembered

Posted on June 21, 2019 at 2:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Not Forgotten Or Remembered”

Poem written by: Jim R. Irion



I long to challenge this affliction of mine

       for all of you, for the better.

I want to hang on to this life

       as long as I possibly can.

To stay and live in the hopes

       of creating positive change.

To actually advance mental health awareness

       and improve suicide prevention.

Selfishly; by helping others.

Selflessly, though I'm struggling.

I am not all that

       remarkable of a person.

But I may have become

       something more than expected.

I can fight these battles

       that many never could.

I am not an Avenger,

       but I am an advocate.

I cannot live with myself

       if someone is being abusive.

How can anyone live with

       someone dying young from misery?

Enough was enough all those years ago

       when a classmate took his life.

Enough was enough all those days ago

       when a classmate drowned from addiction.

We cry from all this unbearable pain.

We wipe away a thousand tears.

How could I possibly settle for

       giving sincere condolences?

Their lives are worth far more than mine.

No one can prove otherwise.

I want their sacrifices to be meaningful,

       truly honoring every moment of silence.

I don't want to be forgotten.

I don't want to be remembered.

I want to change the course of history,

       or trade my life for theirs.

Th;s

Posted on June 18, 2019 at 9:00 PM Comments comments (0)

Amidst all of life's daily issues, thousands of people still struggle in dreadful silence for a shamed, unspoken reason. Some are willing and able to talk about it. But only a few are actually strong enough to do something about it, in others, even while braving their own menacing storm.



Th;s”

Poem written by: Jim R. Irion



Many of you may never know

       what was going through their mind.

Most still don't or will not

       understand why.

When the signs are, or were...

       supposedly missed.

How the pain can linger

       and lead to relapses.

Point a finger. Whose fault it was.

Blame is not that important.

Or why do it at all??

The nerve. The selfishness...


Yeah. Good one.


Especially when we are so

       deceptively surrounded

       by people who think they know you,

       and assume to know your feelings.

As if humanity has always been

       so dearly sweet and welcoming.

Why can't we all just get along?

That is the bloody problem.

Getting along should not be cliché;

       scapegoating negative attitudes.


No. It does not matter

       that I am almost thirty eight.

Wow. Who is this guy?

He must have it great!

Dressed well. Still living at home.

Oh so young still, many joke...

What's the matter with him?

Why no career yet?

What are you waiting for?

Id-i-ot.

Is it starting to

       sink in any, yet?

I'm an enemy of society,

       and for not choosing sides.

Is this really

       such a surprise?


Gay pride or politics.

Employed or unemployed.

African American or Caucasian.

Christian or Muslim.

Homeless in shelters

       or high-rise owners.

Reformed addict, currently addicted, or prison time.

Mental health recovery, still struggling, or institutionalized.

Oh, but you missed us;

       scattered all around.

The ones who just want to live

       yet feel so ready to die.


; know why...


It is time our society SToPS

       with divisiveness, hatred, and hypocrisy.

This kind of pain actually kills people.

Every. Single. Day.

Bright, caring, funny,

       as compassionate as can be.

The most wonderful people

       you will ever hope to meet.

I consider myself fortunate

       to have lived amongst them.

Unfortunately it is true.

I live on borrowed time, too.


All these years I have not been able

       to choose a single career

       without feeling I just don't know

       what to do with my life here.

Suddenly, my age nearly doubles.

Sometimes it feels crippled.

Or worse without having found

       a partner, no kids, or a purpose.

Even less of a reason to live.

I hope I don't overdo it.


I am a survivor of suicide loss,

       and a suicide attempt survivor.

Honestly, my pain has yet to heal.

I'm sorry if the truth is difficult.


The sooner people accept this,

       the sooner you can save us.

Just please don't hold out

       too much hope for me...

Helping each of you

       is my reason to be.

Not all of us make it.

But some of us do.

Th;s is for

       all of you.


<3



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NotAlone.Nami.org poem submission

Posted on July 31, 2018 at 1:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Mentally Ill?

Poem written by: Jim R. Irion
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I am not mentally ill.

I have a mental illness.

It does not define me,

       or who I can be.

My mental health is important.

Both to me, my friends and family.

I chose to address my mental illness

       properly and promptly.

I know in my heart,

       what has hurt from the start.

Mental health is important to me,

       as it is to help everyone I see.

All lives really do matter;

       not one over the other.

I am a suicide attempt survivor.

I know we deserve this life of ours.

Because of you I know why I am here...


Life is worth so much more

       than I ever knew all these years before.