The Light Does Not Speak in Riddles

The afternoon stretches out, a long, flat road where the mind begins to chew on a single moment from the morning. You replay the doctor's tone, searching for the hidden meaning in a pause that may have meant nothing at all.

The silence between words becomes a container for every fear you possess. But the light does not speak in riddles, and it certainly does not hide in the gaps of human conversation.

It is steady. It is present.

It is the ground beneath your feet while your mind races through scenarios that have not happened. You are not defined by a pause, or a tone, or a waiting room.

The light inside you was there before the diagnosis, and it remains untouched by the uncertainty of the afternoon. You do not have to solve the mystery of the silence to be held.