Snowflake on a Ledge

If only the weight was
lifted off your shoulders
before you jumped off
that ledge, you would have
felt as light as a snowflake,

perhaps the fall wouldn't
have been so daunting.

Perhaps then you wouldn't
have jumped at all.

I often wonder what
goes on inside the mind
of someone contemplating
on taking their own life,
all I see is the aftermath
of blood stained sheets
that cover your lifeless
body and protects you
from view.

Even after the streets are
cleaned and your remains
are gathered for your farewell,
you will always endure
in the hearts of those who loved
you most, and those who
witnessed your demise.

I know that you will remain in
mine.

If only you were as
light as a snowflake,
perhaps then you wouldn't
have jumped at all.

*** I wrote this poem dedicated to the man who committed suicide last Friday in the street of where I work in Sydney and we could see the tent that the police had covered his body with from the office view ***