In your bed, you toss
your choices, in harrowing detail.
You. Yes, you.
Did you think that you were alone?
Stuck on the path that you trudge
spinning you wheels in fear?
Yeah. Me too.
But we are not alone, you and I;
My darkness may be different from yours.
Mine may suffocate, while yours shrieks.
Mine may sabotage, while yours seeks justice
in an unjust world.
The world isn’t just
but, luckily, neither is love.
Love does not know of
“good” or “bad”,
or if you’ve made mistakes
that can’t be fixed in the here and now.
Love does not care if you’re a Nobel laureate
or a high school dropout
or anything in between.
These things do not matter.
Do you exist? Then you are loved.
Love is not conditional; it just is.
So when you fear
and the night takes you
with every unseen horror that’s ever
stalked your heart
You are loved. You have always been loved.
Nothing you do will ever take that love away.
Seek out ones who know this already
and throw your lot in with them.
So, in time, you, too,
can reach out a hand
to those who are strangling
in the noose of their past,
present, and future–
soothe away her fears
and let him know
that they, too, will always be loved.
Cara Freyasdaughter, 2014