The Light Remains Untouched By Your Storm

The house is quiet now, and the morning light is just beginning to grey the edges of the room. You stand over the bed, watching the rise and fall of small shoulders, terrified that the words you shouted yesterday have carved a permanent scar into their heart.

The fear whispers that you have broken something that cannot be fixed. But look at the peace on that sleeping face.

It is not a mask. It is the truth of who they are beneath the noise.

The light that lives in them was there before your anger, and it remains there now, untouched by the storm. You did not extinguish it.

You cannot break the spirit that breathes within them. The sun is rising again, not because you earned it, but because the light returns whether we are ready or not.

Today is not a continuation of your failure; it is a new invitation to begin again.