I know to not turn around or keep my eyes wide open;
my choices rest between blinded by light or
confused by shadows I choose to leave behind.

the strength I own resides in the nerves between
my eyes and mind; what I see and what I know.
the faithful gaze saved for saints and sinners

but I know that I am both, worthy of heaven and hell
deserving of access through those dozen pearly gates
and the land of eternally abandoned hope

I place myself firmly here, in-between the creations of
suffering and relief
where I hope to relieve and support

myself as well as the other sinners and saints