Here are some words just for you, then:
When people say “it was just Hell”
they don’t know what they’re talking about.
Or maybe they do,
but then they don’t know what Hell really is.
There is a story
it is a story of creation
one of the great myths
where the wife of the child of the sun
pulled a turnip from the ground.
Even though she was told not to.
The turnip left a hole in the ground
Which, to the humans, was the sky
And the woman fell through the hole
And couldn’t see her husband anymore
Not ever again
Because she was on earth and he was in the sky
with his mother, the wife of the sun.
This story reminds me of you.
It is you in the sky, looking down through the hole
That that woman made when she pulled the turnip
your mother told her not to pull.
You are sad, but
there’s nothing you can do.
You hold your children on your knee, and you tell them
of their brave,
And your mother, the wife of the sun,
she holds your children on her knee
and tells them of the great spider who lives
just beyond that hole where the turnip used to grow.
She tells them, “never go near that hole”.
But this isn’t about your mother
the wife of the sun.
It’s about you.
You are the son of the sun.
Your challenge is not to blaze too brightly;
just shine enough to light a few fires
to cast enough light
to read by.