I’ve sought escape from the norm
in the space of torment’s fire
pressed upon by helper’s hand
bless release I’ll now admit

first the opening is put forth
a door opened into my world
defenses dropped to accept
distress controlled, a focused point

highlight broached to inter
for just a moment in between
the uninvited lesser wounds
supplanted by the purposeful

secondly the grief transcends
affliction wearing beauty’s face
or perhaps the same reverse
splendor following willing trial

partners working towards a goal
with final steps to ensure
sorrow turned to joy’s intent
what I’ll find is what I want

now the bliss at last arrives
woe transformed to fixate
on what lays beyond
escape found in the pain.

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