The Light Waits For Your Exhale

The ache in your jaw is the weight of a hundred unspoken sorrows you carried through the afternoon. You clenched tight so the sob wouldn't escape, thinking silence was the only way to survive the middle of the day.

But the light does not require your composure. It sees the tremor in your hands and the tightness in your throat, and it does not turn away.

There is a truth inside you that wants to be spoken, a grief that needs to break the surface. If you do not bring forth what is within you, the holding will destroy you.

But if you let it out, the very thing you fear will save you. You do not have to carry the silence anymore.

The light is already in the room, waiting for you to exhale.