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Love After Love

After the terrible tragedy of the loss of two teens in our community to suicide recently I’ve been thinking about ways to share messages of hope and encouragement.

When people suffer from depression they quite often feel as though they are removed from themselves, as though they are viewing themselves from the outside. In some ways it is like looking in a mirror, they see a reflection of themselves which is separate from their true self. This is the part that is unlikeable, unlovely, unworthy or even hateful.

Suicide may result from a person’s ernest desire to destroy that part of themselves that they dislike or hate even. Sadly though, they end up destroying all of themselves.  They take their lives when they should only be destroying that false self, the reflection they perceive. 

They should be breaking that mirror instead of the person standing in front of it. 

Therapy can help people find their true selves again, to help them discover that original inner man or woman, girl or boy that is truly them. Every one of us is valuable and loved, our lives have more worth than anything you could possibly buy on this earth, but not every one is able to recognise that and need help realising it.

If you are in that struggle at the moment, please ask for help. 

And know that you are fully loved, your life has value even if it doesn’t feel like it. If your mind tells you life is not worth living, don’t believe it – it’s a lie!

sunset behind girl sitting on her reflection in a thin layer of water

I wanted to share this poem with you by Derek Walcott, I hope you enjoy it.

Love after Love

The time will come 
when, with elation 
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door, in your own mirror 
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, 

and say, sit here. Eat. 
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you 

all your life, whom you ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 

the photographs, the desperate notes, 
peel your own image from the mirror. 
Sit. Feast on your life. 

By Derek Walcott

A little bit about Derek Walcott

Derek Walcott was born in 1930 in the town of Castries in Saint Lucia, one of the Windward Islands in the Lesser Antilles. The experience of growing up on the isolated volcanic island, an ex-British colony, had a strong influence on Walcott’s life and work. Both his grandmothers were said to have been the descendants of slaves. His father, a Bohemian watercolourist, died when Derek and his twin brother, Roderick, were only a few years old. His mother ran the town’s Methodist school. After studying at St. Mary’s College in his native island and at the University of the West Indies in Jamaica, Walcott moved in 1953 to Trinidad, where he has worked as theatre and art critic. At the age of 18, he made his debut with 25 Poems, but his breakthrough came with the collection of poems, In a Green Night (1962). In 1959, he founded the Trinidad Theatre Workshop which produced many of his early plays.

In 1992, Walcott won the Nobel Prize in Literature. The Nobel committee described his work as “a poetic oeuvre of great luminosity, sustained by a historical vision, the outcome of a multicultural commitment.”


Derek Walcott died on 17 March 2017.

www.nobelprize.org and www.poetryfoundation.org
Lucy At Home UK parenting blogger

9 thoughts on “Love After Love

  1. What a sad story of those two teens — and what a great way to spread the message of depression and suicide. They are all too real and increase around the holidays. Thank you for sharing this post! I am certain it will help some people who need it! xoxo #blogcrush xoxo

  2. This is such a touching poem. it’s so tough to believe that a better time will come when you’re enveloped in low mood but better days really do come . Thank you for sharing this with #blogcrush

  3. suicide is so tragic. For the individual who is so desperate even he/she is not even comforted or drawn back at the thought of the pain his/her loss will cause ; and for those left behind , their sense of helplessness, mislaced sense of failure, heartache, loss, lack of understanding, guilt , shame. I don’t know how one begins to heal. That poem is so lovely though, understated understanding. Thank you for sharing. #blogcrush

    1. It is such a terrible place to be in, the healing process can be difficult indeed and almost impossible if it’s attempted alone. I’m thankful for all those helping people in the process of recovery and self rediscovery. Thanks for commenting. Xx

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