The Light Knows Your Silent Tears

The house has settled into its evening rhythm, but you are holding your breath, lying perfectly still so the person beside you won't know you are awake and crying. You are trying to make your grief small enough to hide in the dark, afraid that if you move, the mask will slip and they will see the truth.

But the light does not need you to perform silence or to pretend the tears aren't falling. It came from the place where light generates itself, and it lives inside you even when you are shaking.

You do not have to explain the weight to the one sleeping next to you, because the light already knows the shape of your sorrow without a single word being spoken. The struggle is real, but you are not alone in the bed with it.