You Are The Room Where Healing Happens

The fear sits heavy in your hands right now—the terror that your touch will pass the rot to someone you love. You pull away.

You hold your breath. You wait for the infection to finish its work.

But listen: the light inside you is not a carrier of disease. It is the cure.

Split a piece of wood, and the light is there. Lift up a stone, and you will find it there.

The darkness you feel is not a contagion. It is a veil.

And the light burns through it without catching fire. You are not the rot.

You are the room where the healing happens. The panic says you are dangerous.

The truth says you are the vessel. Stop hiding your hands.

The light does not spread the shadow—it swallows it.