A poem in which Teal exposes 'Hell' for what it really is.
We are combustive.
Our emotion is
This resistance to our own emotion
And friction causes heat.
Hell is depicted as a world of fire
A place where we burn alive and suffering is all we know for eternity
But this is the world that so many of us already live in
We didn’t even have to die first to get there
Or did we?
The heat of the fire of hell is caused by the friction of our resistance
Our resistance to our own emotions
This hell is not a place somewhere outside of us.
Instead, it is inside each and every one of us.
All of the chaos and ‘evil’ in our world occurs within us.
The living hell
Is the state of running
From the inner fire
Of our unwanted emotions
Looking for escape routes, of which there are plenty
Only to discover that every escape route
Is in fact a dead end.
The only way to escape the inner fire
Is to walk straight through it.
The only way out…