The Light Already Sitting With You

The lock clicks. The world is finally outside.

But inside, there is no energy left for tears, only a hollow stare at your own hands while the silence screams so loud it hurts. You are too tired to fight the dark, too drained to even ask for help.

And in that stillness, a voice speaks—not to scold you for the stillness, but to remind you that the light you are searching for is not a destination you must reach tonight. It is already here, spread out beneath your feet, hidden in the very floorboards you sit upon.

You do not need to perform peace. You do not need to manufacture hope.

The kingdom is not far away; it is within you, waiting for you to stop running long enough to recognize it. The silence is not empty.

It is full of the one who has been with you since before you locked the door.