Colors Loom

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 5/11/2018

I see a void over which colors loom
Waiting to embrace in the place of gray
Our children are lost inside of this gloom
While parents are kneeling to weep and pray

We hail them on with exuberant cheer
And muster courage, their hearts to carry
While standing by, they see their end is near
And they only live in hopes to bury

Once they’re gone we suddenly wonder why
With such deep dread they began every day
And looked up never into the bright sky
Wishing only to die and fall away

We ask ourselves “Could I have done better?”
And we weep for opportunity lost
Love on their parents, write them a letter
Now knowing we lacked in love’s high cost

Step back a moment, back with me in time
And let me beg you, please listen to me
Minds sometimes change with the toss of a dime
And burdens bourn will loosen, now set free

If friends can learn to comfort in sorrow
Listen to them, hold them and dry their tears
Stay while they find their hope for tomorrow
Bolster their faith and assuage their dark fears

Always try to comprehend what’s going on
Give loving judgement with gentle support
Remind of help during battle so long
Don’t push for them a fake smile to sport

On days when they are fueled by darkness bleak
Spend time with them in silent reflection
With your company to comfort them seek
Don’t regret silence in retrospection

For to have a friend, and a hand or smile
On days when the darkest of thoughts are prone
It is a blessing; life made worthwhile
And helps this earth to feel more like a home

So now this friend has decided to stay
And wage this war, this dark, creeping battle
Against sleepless night or a restless day
Killing depression’s sorrowful prattle

Then hope is found as each day is made new
A fresh start begins for this friend once sad
Their life is filled with smiles brought on by you
And their once heavy heart is now made glad

Brightest colors now instead of looming
Come to fill up their lives; are swooping down
As comforting words we now are crooning
While kindness fits on their head like a crown

Rainbows of color are bursting above
And they look up to the skies painted fresh
Because of the actions you made in love
This friend can give thanks for every new breath



This is beautiful! I love your word choice!
Can I ask what inspired this poem?

Jill Levine Tyler | Sat, 05/12/2018

Jill L. Tyler

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thank you! <3

A mixture of things, really. Every story I hear of children, young adults, or even adults committing suicide break my heart every time I hear them. Depression and suicidal depression have always been a point of curiosity with me, and I’ve always wondered what I could do to encourage those around me who may struggle with such thoughts (whether I’m aware of their struggle or not). And then I got to a place in my life that was very dark and difficult, and I finally understood what it meant to be tired of living.

This poem is an attempt to highlight some ways that my friends and family have blessed me on my difficult days, as well as to encourage those around me that they can help, and we can all hope. It does get better. :)

Damaris Ann | Sat, 05/12/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Wow, a very good job! I

Wow, a very good job!
I remember we had a teacher at our church who talked about suicide. He stated, “Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.” Once we make that choice, we can’t go back.
These hardships usually turn out to be things to test us and make us stronger. I think of what happened to Job in the Bible...and you’re right. It does get better.
I like that you talk about the blessings of friends and family, for it truly is, especially in a difficult time.
Well done!

Jill Levine Tyler | Sat, 05/12/2018

Jill L. Tyler

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thank you!

Thank you so much. I really appreciate your comments!

My pastor has often called suicide “the ultimate act of selfishness” and that has always stayed in my mind. I think that those who go through with suicide are so hopeless that they stop thinking about those around them. Self-inflicted death has many lasting consequences, and I’ve heard stories of kids who struggled with suicidal thoughts who couldn’t go through with the act because they remembered their mother, or sister, or friend, and how terribly sad they would be if they were gone.

...Anyways, I could ramble on forever on the subject, but I’ll spare you. ;) thank you again for your comments.

Damaris Ann | Sat, 05/12/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

I'm glad I read this. It

I'm glad I read this. It seemed from the heart and was very personal, if I can use that word. Coming from your own experiences, I could relate very well.

Libby | Sun, 05/13/2018

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

Thank you, Libby. Personal is

Thank you, Libby. Personal is a good word. :) Thank you, again!

Damaris Ann | Sun, 05/13/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

This is so beautiful! I love

This is so beautiful! I love the idea of making the earth more of a home for someone, and I felt such a sense of relief at the line about minds changing at the turn of a dime..
This all rings so true ❤

Sarah Bethany | Mon, 05/14/2018

Thank you, sweet Sarah! ❤️

Thank you, sweet Sarah! ❤️

Damaris Ann | Mon, 05/14/2018

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.


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