The Light Does Not Recoil From You

The house is quiet now, but your mind is screaming the story of how they are reading your words with disgust. You stare at the screen, convinced you have ruined everything, that the silence on the other end is a verdict.

But the darkness has not overcome the light that lives in the space between you. That light does not flinch at your honesty.

It does not recoil from your messy, trembling attempt to connect. You are not defined by the fear that you are too much or too broken.

The truth that lives in you is already known, and it is not ashamed of what you sent. You do not have to fix the night.

Just breathe. The light is still there, holding you even while you wait.