Black Hole
Photo by Valentin Lacoste on Unsplash
A Poem by Sarah Steele
when gravity
is so strong
that light
cannot escape.
Sarah is assistant editor and contributor for Wayback2Ourselves.com
She thrives on community that goes deep and is grounded on biblical truths.
Sarah is a poet and lifelong teacher. These days, that looks like leading her four lively redheads in their Michigan homeschool and engaging with students of all ages in poetry workshops, watercolor classes, nature study, and book clubs. She thrives on community that goes deep and is grounded on biblical truths. Sarah has published two alphabet books with her illustrator husband (yes, also a redhead) and is preparing to publish a poetry memoir about boundary-less living, codependency, debilitating anxiety, and the life-changing effect of a gentle counselor. You can find Sarah’s work on Instagram and Facebook @bysarahsteele. For this poem, Sarah was intentionally vague about the specific circumstance but was exploring what it looks like for someone to use another person up for their own gain. That person was her “black hole” and it was her light that could not escape for a very long time.
