Halfway Back

I’ve been to hell
and I’m halfway back
climbing emotional walls
and scaling mental barriers
as I try to heal from
the secrets that concealed me
in a darkness for a decade
from a shadow that was cast
by the monster I once loved
in a time when I knew trust.

I’ve been to hell
and I’m still intact
despite the whispers of demons
and the rage of an army
in a war that was waging
in my heart and my mind
and I couldn’t choose sides
since the fights were cerebral
gaining weight and losing hope
that the world within will find peace.

I’ve been to hell
and I made a map
since I fear I may return
by taking a wrong turn
on the winding path to solace
as I scavenge the wasteland
of my once creative mind
and my once unblemished heart
for any traces of familiarity
of a life that I once knew.

I’ve been to hell
and I’m halfway back
with a hand to hold now
to guide me through the chaos
of sunny peaks and darkened caverns
and to sing me songs and hold my sword
as I ward off the demons
that I have forbidden from joining us
on our entwined lifelong journey
up on earth where we know love.