The Light Inside the Shut Drawer

The drawer sticks a little when you pull it open, just enough to hide the white envelopes stacked inside. You slide it shut before anyone walks in, carrying the quiet weight of numbers you cannot make add up.

Tonight, the silence of the house feels like it is judging you, whispering that you are failing the people you love most. But there is a light that does not flinch at the dark places you try to keep closed.

It does not need you to be perfect to stay with you. It is not afraid of the debt, the fear, or the shame you are holding.

That light is already inside you, brighter than any secret you are keeping. You are not your bills.

You are not your fear. You are the light that shines even when the drawer is shut.