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  • To the 14-year-old who was afraid of hell

    I wish I could take some of your fear
    And spread it out on the earth
    Let it sit awhile
    Until it dissipates
    Under the glow of the sun

    I wish I could help you find
    The life that exists beyond the small gray car
    On the Ohio interstate
    Heading straight into darkness.

    I wish I could tell you
    It’s not too late
    To reenter the world of light
    One babystep at a time

    And the suffocating darkness will soon fade
    But you have to keep up the fight
    Because that hell isn’t real
    But the hell you create for yourself can be
    It will bury you, consume you
    Forever if you let it

    I wish I could help you see
    That who you are- and aren’t- is not
    A problem or a sin
    It’s as human as the dirt under your fingernails,
    The feeling of raindrops on your skin
    That you are the sun, you are full of light
    Please don’t ever forget it.

    I still don’t have the answers
    I don’t know what’s right or true-
    But I’ve learned to sit with the darkness
    And someday you will too.

    So please, let me sit with you
    So you won’t feel so alone
    And I can hold some of your fear
    Until you’re ready to hold it on your own.

    Skye Sarac

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    • After reading your poem, I feel lighter! The weight of judgement is extremely heavy, and I’m glad you have gotten out from under that burden.

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    • Skye, The line where you wrote about sitting with your younger self is so so sweet. I could picture it. I wish I could have hugged your younger self, but it sounds like you grew up to give yourself the peace you wanted and needed as a child. Sending hugs. <3 Lauren

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