The Light Waits Before You

The day is finally ending, and the armor you wore at school can finally come off. You survived the voices that tried to make you small, the looks that tried to define you, the hours of dread that stretched from morning bell to final dismissal.

Now, in this quiet hour, the exhaustion hits—not just in your bones, but in your spirit. You are afraid of the morning alarm.

Afraid that the sun will rise and bring the same pain back with it. But listen: the light does not depend on your ability to face the day alone.

There is a peace that waits for you here, in this exhale, that is not like the world's peace. It does not require the bullying to stop tomorrow.

It does not demand that you feel brave. It simply sits with you in the dark and reminds you that you are held.

The fear of morning is real, but the presence of the light is realer. You do not have to carry tomorrow tonight.

Just rest. The light has already gone before you into the next day, and it is waiting there, not to judge your fear, but to walk through it with you.