The Light Runs Toward You

The dark feels heavy right now. Like a wall you cannot climb.

The future is a closed door and your hands are shaking against it. You are waiting for a morning that feels impossible to reach.

But listen — the light does not need the sun to rise to be real. It is already here.

In this room. In your breath.

In the space between your fear and your next heartbeat. The darkness has not overcome it.

It cannot. There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He ran. Before the apology, before the speech — he ran.

The light is running toward you right now. Not to fix the future.

Just to be with you in this hour. You are not alone in the dark.

The light is the one thing that never sleeps.