A friend recently walked in memory of a young woman who took her life. I saw this poem and slightly adapted it to remove the religious tone. Those who fight suicidal thoughts may find some comfort in this poem:
A Higher Self
In this moment I choose to recognize that there is within me a perfect Self.
A Self that is not weak, but strong.
Not limited, but unlimited.
Not faithless and scared, but all-knowing, all-loving.
I have been playing with the toys of death and weakness.
I have been playing at sickness and addiction.
I have been playing at violation of myself and others.
But I desire to play the games of death no more.
In this moment, I ask to be released from my destructive thinking.
Turn my pain to peace, my fear to love.
May I feel the abundance of life’s magnificence.
May I feel the powerful love sent to me from the people in my life.
I look up to heaven and ask for light.
I step out of my childhood into my adulthood,
out of my weakness into my strength,
out of my small self into my renewed self.
Adapted slightly from Marianne Williamson, Illuminata

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