November 7th
By Paula Harrington
Can I welcome my hell
With open arms
Eager to embrace
The hate on my face
Can I hear those words
The hurt they combine
Desire to crush my soul
My hearts divine
Hold open my arms with welcome in mind
Step into those fears
That hell has confined
Witness and see
The truth that is there
Pulling back from hope
To despair
Deeper as yet
Fathoms surround
Alone in my hell
Arms open
Stand my ground
Soft caresses
Gentle hugs
Reassurances fly by
Seen, heard, acknowledged, recognized,
Hell’s been witnessed
Calm has arrived
