The Light Knows Your Raw Truth

The house is quiet now, and the mask you wore all day has finally slipped. You lie here terrified that if the hand holding yours could see the unedited mess beneath your palm, it would let go.

But the light does not require a polished performance to stay close. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and that origin cannot be tarnished by your chaos.

There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world even when you feel like darkness. The one who knows you completely does not pull away from the raw truth of who you are.

You are not loved despite the mess; you are held because the light recognizes its own reflection in you.