You Are Light Waiting To Be Recognized

The afternoon light exposes every crack in the mask you wear to keep your family safe. You move through the rooms of your own home like a stranger, terrified that one wrong word will reveal the impostor hiding beneath your skin.

You believe their love is a loan they will revoke the moment they see the brokenness you carry. But the light does not scan for flaws; it sees the origin.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. That is your root, not the performance you maintain to earn your place at the table.

The love you fear losing was never based on your ability to hold it together. It was given before you spoke a single word.

You are not a fraud waiting to be exposed. You are the light waiting to be recognized.