You Are The Reason Their Arms Are Strong

The house is quiet now, but your mind is loud with the fear that you are too heavy to hold. You watch them breathe, peaceful and unaware, while you calculate the cost of your presence in their life.

You wonder if your pain is a debt they will one day refuse to pay. But listen — the light does not keep a ledger of burdens.

There was a father who saw his son returning from the far country, broken and empty, and he did not weigh the son's worth before he ran. He ran.

Before the apology, before the promise to do better — he ran. Your presence is not a tax on their love.

It is the very reason they stay. The darkness tries to convince you that you are a mistake, but the light knows you are the thing they would carry through any storm.

You are not the weight that breaks them; you are the reason their arms are strong.