EVEN IN THE DARKEST MOMENTS by Kim Buskala

(Editors note: Today begins National Suicide Prevention Week. The poems we feature this week are meant to contribute to raising awareness toward this cause. All are welcome to participate)

Dark moments, I have had many…

Times where I never wanted to awaken, knowing, the trying times ahead. But with each passing day I choose to carry on in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. I tune into my breath and the beauty in nature, believing I can and I do matter to someone…even if that someone is just me.

Artwork by Amanda Cass

Even in the Darkest Moments

by Kim Buskala

"Let me hold your hand"

I hear them say

Even when I am so far away

Keep me in your prayers

I promise I will

Not a day passes

I am with you still

My mother, my father

A saint from a far

Some random person

I met in a bar

They've reached out

I've reached up

Closing my eyes

Remembering their power

Deep inside

They told me I could

I told them I would

Keep on going

As far as I should

Not running in fear

But a slow steady stride

Believing I can, I will, I do

Enjoy this ride

I matter to me:

a mother inside,

our father's pride

This baby please cradle,

Rock me alive!

Artwork by Amanda Cass

Kim Buskala: “I consider myself a free spirit, I fly by the seat of my pants. I have always known that I was going to be married and raise some awesome kids. That I have done. Married to a most forgiving, funny, loving man for thirty-one years and counting. I have also been privileged to stay home and raise two gorgeous daughters ages twenty-four and sixteen. I love nature and all it has to offer. To travel the seven seas from coast to coast, becoming one with culture is always a dream. Jamaica is my happy place where I feel most accepted and at home with myself and others. Africa is a place my heart longs to be, some day I will return and dance to the beat of their drums.” You may connect with Kim via Facebook here, or e-mail her: kbuskala@yahoo.com

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