Your Voice Is Light Finding Its Way Out

The afternoon hums with a noise that isn't yours, yet you carry it in your throat. You open your mouth to speak, but the words arrive wrapped in an apology you haven't earned.

You say 'sorry' before you've even begun, because somewhere deep inside, silence felt like the only way to survive. You learned to make yourself small so the storm would pass over you.

But the light does not need you to shrink. It needs you to stand.

There is a voice that called the world into being without asking permission first. That same voice lives in your chest.

It does not apologize for existing. It simply speaks, and the darkness has to move.

Your words are not an intrusion. They are the light finding its way out.