Can you hear me when I scream? Deep in the water, with sounds muted by cascades, can you hear me? What would you do if you heard me? How would you help? I’m your son, daughter, mother, or friend and you have to listen to hear the scream, “HELP ME”. You don’t know how to help, but when you ignore our cry, you push the blade in deeper. It’s not your fault, we have no other destiny than to hurt ourselves, or perhaps kill our destiny with the blade of reality. Lost love, estranged children, our mind wounded, poverty, careers gone, health suffering, with these we draw the razor. Just look us in the eyes as we pass, and say you care, and perhaps, just maybe, hold our hands while we go on to the dark night.


Cascades – Metaphors of a new start

 “Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. – Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

Pour down rushing cascades

Filling the voids in hungry glades

Creation born in the splashing enclave
Swimming in the abundant rains

Pictured for me in the grand scheme
An image of strength for my soul’s need

A river flowing from a source so high
Allowing fresh life, relieving my deep sigh

Frolic in peace, the swirling water alive
I swim with ease, living I no longer cry