Emotional Gravity



Awakened to the heaviness. A push

to breathe through a cage too small.

Despair sits on her chest, hands over her mouth.

Alone on this journey, he is no companion

just a magnetic pull toward the mattress

that she wishes never to leave.

He knows what others do not.

That she can’t put it down.

An unseeable stone she carries alone.

How much easier to be pulled under

than to keep afloat.

A desire for lightness like dust

in a ray of light.


If she only knew

invisible hands surround.

Waiting. Just waiting.

For her to say the word.


© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

National Suicide Prevention Week  September 10 – 16, 2017


Reach out. Listen. You could save a life.









31 thoughts on “Emotional Gravity

  1. A really good post, keep it ups and if you have time foo look at it, i have just started it. I take you as my inspiration for writing.


  2. What a great poem about a very difficult subject…. There just seems to be so much space separating people who are contemplating suicide and the people who love them and want to help. Sometimes people can reach across it, other times, they can’t.

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  3. I love to hear your voice and I wish always to hear it. Your words help. My hands will be some of the “invisible hands” for you as yours have been for me.

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