Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.comRevisiting the past, I find decrepit halls I should not wander.
My body instinctively pulls away, while my brain shoves me further over the stones.
The fear and sadness, as if I was a moth drawn to the light from the fires raging in hell
I lunge head first into the abyss knowing damn well once I slip, the climb out is endless
Have I not been tortured enough…..
I have I not payed enough for my sins, or worse yet, theirs…..
As I break these chains, one link at a time, may the light I see be that of peace and not pain, love not hate, safety and not fear.
And may I walk those haunted halls from one of freedom and not bondage.