The Bomb Is Actually A Beacon

The house is quiet, but your chest is loud. Each beat feels like a countdown, a ticking bomb in the dark that you cannot defuse.

You are waiting for the explosion, certain that this rhythm is the sound of time running out. But listen closer.

That sound is not a timer. It is a drum.

The light within you is beating against the walls of your fear, insisting that you are still here, still alive, still held. Thomas said there is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

If it does not shine, it is dark. Your heart is not counting down to destruction.

It is pounding out the rhythm of a light that refuses to be extinguished. The bomb you fear is actually a beacon.