Prose Poem, Sitting with Hell

Hell is personal and real. Hell will sit with you quietly. Hell will hold you and let you cry, an arm around your shoulder. Hell is your friend, if you can believe it. Hell gives no advice and makes no judgments.  Hell cares for you as much as you care for yourself sometimes a lot more because we don't always care for ourselves. Hell understands and feels remorse. Hell never takes joy in It's work rather is a true professional who performs It's duties that are heart rending difficult and completely thankless without any expectations of personal reward or gain. Hell knows you bone to soul, keeps your secrets, accepts your faults and understands your pain.
I know this all to be true because Hell is right here with me now ;) 

Freedom and Fear

What is freedom?

No fear

I made a friend of the night

I let hell hold me in its arms

I gave chance the key to my heart

I drank from the cup of my sins

I embraced my own weaknesses

So why am I still afraid?

Because I know that I don't know

What I don't know -

And this burns my wings