1. Diving Down Into Hell
Feeling the flames burn within me
Captured in the depths of despair
Hope a distant memory of happier days
Fighting to breathe that cooler air
To draw that soothing blue-green calm within myself
Drown within that patience which knows not the stone or the flame.
Do I get the choice to hope?
Within me there lies the awareness
That I have far too much
For hope to come easily.
Too much knowledge for faith to take root
Too much fatalism for defiance to drive me onward
Too much stubbornness for surrender to come easily.
Yet despair cannot fully triumph,
Cannot drag me down to her dry sunken gardens
If hope is not mine
I may still watch such small pleasures of the soul
As remain to me.
And if I eat of the dust of despair
Yet the tears I cry shall wash my face
In place of the cooling rain of hope
I choose to dive into hell
To seek out its uttermost depths.
For in that blackness shall I find light.
13 JAN 2003
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