The Light Knocking From Within

The ache in your throat is real. It burns because you have swallowed truth after truth, keeping them down where they do not belong.

You are alone with the weight of every word you did not say. In this deepest hour, the silence feels like a cage.

But listen — the light does not scold you for your quiet. It sits beside you in the dark, waiting.

There is a voice that knows the shape of your unspoken grief better than you do. It entered the prison of your body and said: 'He who hears, let him get up from the deep sleep.' You wept.

You asked: 'Who is it that calls my name?' That hope arriving in your chains is the first crack in the wall. You do not have to force the words out tonight.

The light is already inside the silence, calling you by a name only it knows. The ache is not the end of your story; it is the sound of the light knocking from within.