Poetry

Ruins And Hells

“My home was a ruin. And then
I met you and learned the difference
between heaven and hell.”

My home was a ruin. At least to me it was. Monsters lurked in every darkened corner, and the creatures that lurked in the night were more than shadows and wild imaginations going on hyperdrive. They were more than nightmares or a skinned knee from reckless playing. My home was my hell, only I didn’t know it then. I just knew there was never a place I could feel safe. And I often wondered if it was a fictional concept. And then I met you and realized what happiness and love truly feels like. So thank you for teaching me the difference between heaven and hell.

© Sarah Doughty

Thank you for always
reminding me that
there’s a difference.

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