No One Is Left To Condemn You

It is late, and the house is quiet, but your mind is loud with every possible sentence you might say if they turn the corner. You are rehearsing a conversation that hasn't happened, building a defense for a crime you didn't commit.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and in that place, there is no need to justify your existence. The light that shines within you does not stutter or apologize; it simply is.

When the accusers in your head throw their stones, the one who stands in the middle does not argue back. He bends down.

He waits for the noise to exhaust itself. Then he looks up and asks where they went.

No one is left to condemn you. The silence you fear is not empty; it is the space where the rehearsal ends and the truth begins.

You do not need the perfect words to be held.