You Are the Light Holding the Shake

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with that one second. The exact moment your voice cracked, the moment the steady ground turned to water, replaying on a loop you cannot stop.

You wish you could reach back through time, slip your hand into that moment, and steady the tremor before it happened. But the watch you are keeping tonight is not for editing the past.

It is for witnessing the present. There is a light inside you that was there before the crack, and it is there still, unmoved by the stumble.

It does not flinch at your broken speech. It does not require a perfect tone to recognize its own.

The darkness has not overcome it, and it cannot be shaken by a memory. You are not the tremor.

You are the light that holds even the shaking.