Was This Paradise?

I never thought it would be Paradise,

I sought a broken journey from the start.

No Shame was masked from my eyes,

nor was life’s suffering a guest to my heart.

And still, the Earth awoke from under my skin,

and winter lands brushed my frozen hair.

I breathed upon the dusk and found it sweet,

I stared upon the dawn and found it fair.

I know black anchors where darkness looms, lie silent

and sky bright streams and night galaxies are rich with stars.

For all its mistakes, I have loved this World

and found its beauty, despite its scars.

Even Angles chorus of Wonders greater still,

I leave in sorrow, much against my will.