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Friday, May 11, 2012
Fires of Hell
by Alezia Copertino
I was down in the fire of hell
nearly surrendered My soul just as well
smelt the flesh of all the lost souls
so many shades of black and grey coals
burning red and then turning gold
nearly submitted for sins I've committed
the amber's so damned bright
had to close my eyes tight
heard a voice say you're not here alone
about to give in, I looked up
in the distance your eyes recognized mine
a connection no words could describe
and they whispered I know the way home
so I lifted my head with pride
and my wings spread and my soul rised above
cause for once I recognized love
I was broken and weak
battered and beat
yes it's true that my will was restrained
but you knew of my pain
and you knew I was half, not whole
still you looked and you saved my soul
I was covered in blood and flames
and my wings are tattered and frayed
but you looked and your eyes recognized mine
I'm entwined by your love and endure
so I take a deep breath and I soar
rise above all this pain and despair
can't describe my relief
when I saw that Your wings were burnt too
tattered and frayed just not new
could it be you were in hell just like me?
only you couldn't leave without me
we're attached by our souls
I'm the half to your whole
cause for once I recognized love
and your eyes whispered I know the way home
we embraced and gently I kissed your face
and we were set free of this hell
you and me, two halves make a whole
and now I know my way home.
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