All I ever saw in you was pain. You were constantly suffering in agony. You were on the edge of exploding at any minute and that’s why you released your misery in destructive ways.
All your life you were lied to. You were ripped from your mother and later told to forget her. You were told not to love and that your feelings were shameful. You had to house all that love and anger until it festered and imploded. The dark-side was your only escape from the internal turmoil.
Darth Vader, I understand you. I don’t blame you for turning to the darkness. The darkness can be a comfort to those lost and confused. You knew something was off about yourself and your emotions, but no one would help you…except one of sinister motive. He lured you into the dark with promises of hope and then trapped you inside forever.
Those who should have led you on the path of balance failed you. They let you down and left you dangling in front of the Sith. When no one would lend a helping hand, who would blame you for turning to the first face that offered a solution? The darkness swooped in and provided a path of preventing death. They comforted you when no one else would.
But of course, they then betrayed you and let your loved one perish. No one would save you and the only entity helping you out betrayed you. The amount of hatred and excruciating pain would have been unbearable for anyone to handle. The grief and anger, the outrage and anguish – fully giving yourself to the dark-side was the only way to relieve the bottled up despair.
Throughout life you remained stoic, heartless, and harbored deep hatred. You took out your fury on anyone standing in your deadly path.
Until one day, when you saw a spark of light. You saw your son and he led you away from the darkness. He gave you redemption. He gave you peace.
I don’t blame you for your darkness, Vader, I only wish you had met Luke’s light after his birth and not twenty years later. I ache for your decades wasted in hateful destruction.
All you needed was Luke. Those of us lost in the suffering of the dark only need one spark of pure light to bring us out of the depths. Your spark came far too late, Vader.
I’m only glad that it came at the end. I’m thankful you did the right thing and kept your source of light alive.
Thanks for your story, Darth Vader.
Someone Who Has Found Her Light
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