I Rose

From the wraths of hell
I rose

shackled and weary
gasping for air
I dug my way out
from my worst nightmare
that only man can dream of
Such a tight hold on me
these shackles from hell
from which I broke free
after endless years of torture
so wicked and devilish

but, I rose

They say hell is a fire pit
I say hell is cold
beyond freezing cold
because truth be told,
my heart remembers the light
the warm, soft light
that brings a smile to my face

And so, I rose

out of the dark
and back into the light
It didn’t happen overnight
but I kept following the light
From where it comes,
I really don’t know
It’s just what my heart feels

So, I rose and rose

into this sacred, mystical light
from which I stand before you
holding out my hand
for you to grab
and rise from the wraths of hell

07 Feb 2015

post-migraine

in the middle of the night

Decatur, Georgia

USA