Wake up.
Wake up, it said.
I can't do this anymore, every fiber
Every living breathing cell screamed back
They just hurt so much. I can't bear it.
It...
Isn't yours to bear. You are simply to stand witness,
Hold a safe space
A sweet and sacred space for Work to be done
For miracles of joy and sorrow and dreams to be wrought.
You are not to carry their burdens,
You are to Keep at the Gate between life and death -
It's a narrower gap than anyone should know
You are to feel, you are to think freely
But you are not to walk their path with them.
You are not to breathe their air, or take their pain or their elation
Like a thief.
You have been given a gift, a front-row seat into a secret, private ritual
Do not disrupt it, no matter how strange, how terrible, how powerful.
You are a shepherd, a lamp-bearer in a storm of fear and pain and chaos.
It's easy to get swept away sometimes
But remember your place there at the threshold.
You belong there, precious one.
You belong.
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