The Light Waits in Your Silence
The door closes. The keys hit the table.
And the mask you wore all day finally slips, revealing the quiet collapse beneath. You said 'I'm fine' a dozen times, but your chest knows the weight of that lie.
The light does not ask for your performance now. It waits in the silence of this room, not to judge the exhaustion, but to hold the pieces you can no longer keep together.
There is a peace that does not look like strength—it looks like letting your hands fall open. You do not have to explain the ache to be held by it.
The light is not afraid of your brokenness; it is the space where you can finally stop pretending.
Drawing from
John, Revelation
Verses
John 14:27, Revelation 21:4
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