Heaven Called

I used to believe in heaven once.
Once a time
the sky would split between the clouds,
the sun shining in large beams
to seemingly no end.

I used to believe in heaven once.
That the gods smiled down
through these holes
as they brought another admission
to their plane of existence.

I used to believe in heaven once
Before the ground split beneath me
and I was forced to view a fire
that rose and fell
as if a heartbeat struggled against
the ground’s ribcage.

That night I witnessed a hell
that would hold me in its arms
and singe my flesh
with agonizing comfort
for how many years to come.

“When hell freezes over,”
he whispered to me from a gravelly throat.

A challenge disguised as an insult,
I took in my fist and strode on,
torn and bruised,
making it my own promise.

So now I sit,
telling my story of triumph
of how I was admitted into the heaven
I once believed in
once a time
before I knew you were the existence
I’d so longed to see.

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