Purgatory From Hell Poem by Rachel Fogle

Ever walk that line, with hate in your mind.
When it kills your will to bend.

Ever have that hate, knowing its to late,
To unload the hurt inside.

Ever know anger & rage beyond word or phrase,
For sometimes words are few to find when feared.

Ever wish gods ear would listen clear,
And allow his children to choose.

Divided in that logic, that all unyielding way.
When hatred runs so deep you must hold the card you’ve been played.

Step back to the light that left your heart the moment it all rang true.

Even if one must seek rage,
He must seek laughter to.

It is a crossing of self preservation.

When one much choose to loose.

For at which point does logic win,

And at which point does the hatred rule you?

You challenge your faith in freedom.
You challenge your faith in god.
Even when your walking from purgatory,
No one judges not even god.

He just allows us that moment.
Or the ones that come in between.
Knowing that we as humans,
Weakness is sometimes needed.

Even after it’s over, even after it’s gone.
He knows there may be another.
And passes no judgment now or the next time to come.
So hold thy faith carefully,
Release what anger there may be.
Know that he follows close.
Know that he sets us free.