When you come from Hell, everything looks like Heaven.
From those who much was taken, “any is all” is the given.
You came through void and pain, unloved in the darkness;
Faltering, flailing, falling and seeking forgiveness.
For the sins you bear and the scars you cannot escape
Ever burden you, an anchor back to the fiery lake
Tormenting and torturing your heart and soul
Even as you claim to be happy and whole.
Purgatory seems a blessing
For pain just slightly lessened
Seems a gift from above
For one lacking True Love.