He Ran Before You Could Speak

The dark is gathering, and with it comes the old, sharp fear that your doubt makes you unlovable. That the questions rising in your chest are proof you have failed.

But listen — the light does not require your certainty to stay. There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He did not wait for the perfect apology. He ran.

Before the speech, before the shame could be confessed — he ran. Your doubt is not a wall.

It is simply the place where you stop pretending. The love you are afraid you lost is the very thing holding you up right now.

You are not unworthy because you cannot see clearly. You are loved because you are here, in the dark, still looking.