Reflecting on the suicide of a much-loved celebrity
Goodwill hunting was his life.
Six decades marked by pain and strife.
He searched for meaning, love and peace
and dreams that never came.
This one who made us laugh was sad.
Denied affection from his dad,
young Robin turned to comedy
with hopes to turn the tide.
This child of privilege hunted still
and hoped his empty heart would fill
with true contentment, honest pride
and joy (fueled by success).
But in the end it all leaked out
as “father wounds” gave way to doubt
and in the process drugs and booze
dismantled peace of mind.
Depression filled his days with night
as darkness robbed his eyes of light.
The Robin Williams we admired
lost the will to live.
If only he had found the love
that he (from childhood) dreamed of.
A love that Father God extends
through friendship with His Son.