Peace Beneath Your Exhaustion

The day is ending, and the weight you carried for everyone else is finally catching up to your bones. You are terrified that when you open your mouth, what comes out won't be love, but the sharp edge of your own exhaustion.

You want to protect them, but you feel like a loaded weapon trembling in the dark. The light does not demand that you perform gentleness when you have nothing left to give.

It knows the difference between your heart and your fatigue. There is a peace that does not depend on your perfect control — a peace that sits with you even when you feel like snapping.

You are not your anger. You are the light that remains underneath it, waiting for the noise to settle.

The exhaustion is real, but it is not who you are.