You Do Not Have to Hide Your Life

The house is quiet, but your heart is loud. You lie perfectly still, holding your breath, terrified that the sound of your own breathing will wake the person beside you.

You are afraid that your rhythm is wrong. That your need for air is a disturbance.

In this silence, the darkness tries to convince you that you are a burden just by existing. But the light does not measure your worth by how quietly you can occupy space.

There is a presence that knows the sound of your breath better than you do. It counted every gasp before you took it.

You do not have to hide your life to be loved. The One who watches over you does not sleep.

You can exhale. The night is holding you, not judging you.