Rolling up the Sleeves

I want to write daily, pen poems of hope,

But life throws a curve-ball, when someone uses a rope.  

I feel helpless and trapped, like the one who life took,

Have to constantly return, to 'Preventing Suicide' handbook.

 

For all my knowledge, for all my reach,

For an impact on ground, I have to do, not teach.  

Gatekeeper trainings are good, they help others identify,

Those who are vulnerable and needy, and would otherwise die.

 

But I need to go further, it seems a personal fault,

When despite sincere efforts, the suicides don't halt.

Even a single life lost, shakes me to the very core,

Makes me question my efforts, leaves me hurting and sore.

 

It's easy to give slogans, like #MissionZeroStudentSuicide,

Time to deliver on the promise - many have already died.