Flashback

Heaven
I remember heaven.

Thoughts like music flow gently down my face
Or are they tears?
Feathers like butterflies brush my ear
Or are they eyelashes?
Bars of steel hold me safe and content as a casket holds one who has found true peace
Or are they... your arms?

But my scars condemn me
exile me
My pain is too much weight for even your strength of soul
For, as glass, we are strong but brittle
Capable of holding pressure without faltering
Liable to shatter at any given moment

I am a fallen angel
Fallen from your grace
Wearing the mark of the devil on my wrists
Praying repentance, trying to change
Knowing I am not what I was

Give me hope - so that I do not falter and give in to the still small voice
that speaks to me at night
hissing: You are truely insane now. Just let go.