"A Backward Glance from the Edge" by Deanie Ip,
A voice from someone who has contemplated suicide: take every day for what it is, free from fantasies.
Trees rush along the roadside, like my discarded pasts
I once thought of dying
The Heaven kept me.
The Earth remained silent.
I felt my feet on the ground, once again.
May I recover my joy.
As I glanced backwards from the Edge
What an illusion: is it what life is all about?
The Heaven bears no lofty mansion
The Earth but a crust
There is nothing to strive for, nothing to regret.
No everlasting stories.
Sometime I laugh, for for a moment
Memory dwells a mere second
No trouble living in the present then.
Living still feels, but I am free from shackles
What every day brings, I get use to it.
But if I ask you, sincerely,
Do you keep your feet on the ground?
Can you avoid this?
I might have phrased myself clumsily,
Every word that I say is still meant for you.