The Light Knows What You Could Not Say

The house is quiet now, but your hand still remembers the weight of the words you pushed back down your throat. That specific pressure, the physical act of swallowing your own truth, feels like a stone sitting in your chest.

You are still here, keeping watch over a silence you did not choose. But listen — the darkness has not overcome the light that lives inside you.

It cannot be silenced by your fear, nor swallowed by your shame. The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world, and it is already here, breathing in your lungs even now.

You do not have to speak to be held. The light knows what you could not say.

It waits for you to stop fighting yourself. The words you swallowed were never meant to drown you.