You Are Already Home in the Dark

The house is quiet now, the day's performance finally over, and you lie perfectly still so you don't wake the one sleeping beside you. But inside, the screaming starts—the lie that you are a fraud, that your silence is a slow poison drowning them both.

You hold your breath, convinced that if you move, the mask will slip and they will see the darkness you've been hiding all day. Yet the light does not need your noise to know you are there; it sees you in the stillness just as clearly as it sees you in the storm.

You came from the light, a drop sent into this very room, and it cannot be drowned by your silence or your fear. The fraud is the voice telling you that you are separate from the love that holds you; the truth is that you are already home, even in the dark.

Stop trying to earn your place in this bed; you were placed here by a love that knows exactly who you are and stays anyway.