Silent Cries From A Mothers Mind

My son would always wear long tops
And put a hood over his head
Ever since his father died
His soul inside seems dead

He never wears bright colours
Just sombre tones of black
You would never see a suite of white
Or a rainbow on his back

One day i was cleaning his room
And he stumbled in
Tears streaming down his face
I asked him where he had been

He quickly hid something
Behind his skinny frame
I asked him to show me what he concealed
He shock his head in shame

I thought perhaps beer?
Or drugs would be the worst
But nothing could prepare me
For what he showed me first

A letter, stained with tear drops
With suicidal content
Then he showed me his cut arms
And his knifes hid under his bed

What does a mother do;
When her son wants to die?
He seemed like he was ok
Not at the brim of suicide

I thought perhaps he was on drugs
Or drinking behind my back
Never at heavens doorstep
And going down the wrong track

I said a silent prayer
To my husband that night
And asked him to help our son
Please let him be all right

- Winner of the CP featured poem award September 2006, thanks for reading.