Risen

 

She flaunts her will, knowing

I am addicted, enslaved, imprisoned.

Like a butterfly, at the mercy of a breeze,

with direction and fate left to its whim,

as my soul and feelings are to hers.

She leads me to heights unimagined,

and depths that tempt the flickering

flames of hell itself. Limits unrestrained

swirl in confusion, right and wrong

losing realities balance, love and hate

sing the same melody, and I am lost

in the lyric, and drift away into silence.

And in my awakening, I rise

from the heart of the fire, spitting out

the ashes and soot, and in the reflection

of forgiveness, forgive myself.

For it was only love that was sought,

and in its absence, I found her.


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