The Light Lives In Your Cracks

The laugh still hangs in the quiet room, and now the silence feels like an accusation. You worry that showing joy was a mistake—that it revealed the crack underneath where the pain lives.

That now they will see you are not whole. But the light does not fear your cracks.

It lives in them. There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, still covered in the filth of the pig pen, and before the apology could be spoken, he ran.

He did not run to inspect the damage. He ran to embrace the broken one.

The light is not afraid of your laughter or your tears. It knows that joy and grief often share the same breath.

You do not have to hide the crack to be loved. The light shines brightest through the places you think are broken.

The mask was never required.