"The Lesson": Yes, my fretting, Frowning child, I could cross The room to you More easily. But I’ve already Learned to walk, So I make you Come to me. Let go now— There! You see? Oh, remember This simple lesson, Child, And when In later years You cry out With tight fists And tears— “Oh, help me, God—please.”— Just listen And you’ll hear A silent voice: I would, child, I would. But it’s you, Not I, Who needs to try Godhood. |
But I know that the despair that these young people ? and older people, too ? face is so huge, and the extreme response is suicide. Their self-destructive, self-loathing is so strong that they just can't live with themselves, and that is just untenable. |