Suicide

It's cowardice. 
Forfeiting a match before you even know the outcome.
It is the low way around.
The coward's path, the shortcut.

But no one can deny that it takes a ton of courage,
to swallow those pills,
to light that match,
to take the final leap,
to squeeze the trigger...
A hell more of courage than I have.

Flying

Wind blowing,

Whistling in my ears,

As it tousles my hair.

Feet leave the ground

Soaring higher,

And lower.

Adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Eyes shut,

but still seeing everything.

I should be afraid,

But I am alive,

Free.

Never stop…


Brakes,

The roller coaster

Sliding into an abrupt halt.

I stepped off.

Trembling.

I had flown.


-By Lavanya Gupta