My Heaven, My Hell Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

My Heaven, My Hell
The beginning, middle and end.
Not only the destination,
But also the journey.
Heaven or Hell now.
We are the pearly gates.
We are the creators,
We are the judges.
Not for others, but for self.
I let in good, release bad,
My Heaven.
I let in bad, release good,
My Hell.
But to find one, one must go to the other.
To find what defines each,
To determine which we prefer to be.
Love or hatred.
Compassion or indifference.
Light or dark.
Existence given to each and everyone.
Anyone can tell us who we are,
But can they tell you who they are?
Those defined by another are not defined.
But only in the mind of he who defines.
But at the end we are defined by ourselves.
For we know our inner truth.
We, our own creator.
Us.
Born an empty shell, filled with memories and experiences.
Always learning, always growing.
Breaking and continuing cycles.
It is not the sum of the total which determines where we go,
It is the terms that make up the equation, that create the answer,
Each term, a variable, changing every moment.
Each answer changing every moment.
The only constant, is me.
Yet I am both constant and variable.
Until I decide about me, what is true.
Live by my strengths, my Heaven.
Live by my weaknesses, my Hell.