Our story is our purgatory
Neither doomed to hell nor bound for glory
Our story is our purgatory
The story is a victim’s tale
A tale of woe that’s getting stale
The tale we tell, we tell so well
To all we tell, it’s an easy sell.
It triggers tons of sympathy
“O Lord! Poor dear! You’ve been through hell.”
“It happened once upon a time
“And what they did should be a crime
“I could have been a super-star
“But now my life is in decline.”
Our story keeps the pain in place
— a memory that is hard to face
But though the past can’t be erased
The emotions need to be embraced
But Is our story is so appalling
That we spend our whole life stalling?
Abuse can be a weak excuse
That allows us to ignore our calling
Our life can be a glorious morning
For without our story a new day is dawning
But with our story a new day is yawning
And even God is finding it boring.
© Elliot Sullivan
