it felt safe in familiar,
not knowing any better
not striving for any greater
than the close walls of the cell
you know that i have walked through hell
but, i freely traveled there
seeking others' burdens to bear
..i handled them fairly well
heaven is not familiar
i am not used to the air
i am not used to the feeling
of safe haven from healing
i see, now, a way out of there
i was a slave to myself
with the key to my own, damn cell
i walked to heaven through hell
