Blanche Taylor Dickinson, "To One Who Thinks of Suicide" (1928)
By Blanche Taylor Dickinson
Sometimes it seems that only cowards live
With weighted hearts each day;
It seems braver far to take life up and go
A solitary way.
It seems a self reliant soul should know
When life has palled,
And win applause for surprising God . . .
Going in . . . uncalled.
Poor vain, gallant hero,
If the journey ended at the grave
I would cheer you . . . or perhaps I'd go
And wear the laurels of the brave.
But no! I rather choose to stay
And trust the clouds to blow away.
I'll blink and peer through fog of doubt
Until God blows my candle out . . .
Published in The Crisis, January 1928