Gates of Hell
Paralyzed by my own fears,
Yet my fears are merely cries,
Not dependent on my emotions,
Appearing without provoking.
Fears are dreams that won’t come true,
Until my life has bled its tears.
Provocation of my fears,
Only paralyze those dreams.
What wounds of fear have opened,
Mask the lonely heart that’s bled.
Paralyzed with fear of a new beginning,
Dare not expose the fear within me.
Distrust the many caring souls,
Claiming to want to help.
Fearful of opening my soul,
Will let its tears within escape.
Darkness and distress,
My lonely heart won’t open.
Locked up tight within its place,
The key is kept in darkness.
The key hidden from the Gates of Hell,
Won’t open until the words are heard,
From my God and he has spoken:
Is this the place you dwell?
I slowly crawl out of Hell, stand tall at His feet,
Answer my God, no this is a place called Hell.
Await your hand to lead me,
To your place where angels dwell.
© 2012 by Lee Christine Brownlee
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