Pennants for something
I should have done
Karma paying it forward
For something I may never do
My purgatory
An ice wilderness
Snowy wasteland
One thousand miles from no where
God sends tests
Every one of which
I was not ready for
Some I didn't recognize
Some I simple ignored
God has patience
So sends one more
You sit with contrite honesty
Gravity pulling me to the floor
Down is up
Up is down
This is my purgatory
Tumbling reality
Without guide wires or mats
Mixing metaphors
Truth is what we wish it to be
Time is a human quality
The narcissism of humanity
Ships bells at sea
Sound that sees in the fog
This is my purgatory
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