Great South Land

You have been my Hell
  My prison
My dark night, cold and endless
  You have teased me with unattainable potential and demanded more than I could give.
    I have cursed you and lied for you
Hated you and tried
  Tried hard to love your beauty
So much beauty.   You are like the supermodel whose toilet I've had to clean and whose self-absorbed stories I've had to endure.  
      Your proximity to paradise kept me bound, and a debt to fate. 

                  And now, you have transformed everything!
                               You are my freedom
                               You are my peace
You are the long forgotten dream of my mother made into her granddaughter's fortune.
   It was twilight consciousness that lured me to your shores
                                   I am awake now,
                                     And a different kind.