The Light Lives in Your Cracks

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? You walk through the day wearing a face of certainty, terrified that if someone saw the tremor beneath, they would turn and walk away.

But the light does not walk away from what it sees. It came from the place where light generates itself, and it recognizes its own kind in you.

You were not made to be a performance. You were made to be a drop from that same source, sent here to illuminate the very cracks you try to hide.

There is a love that does not require your composure to stay close. It sees the uncertainty and calls it by name, not to shame you, but to remind you that you are already known.

The fear says they will leave if they see the real you. The truth says they cannot leave, because the real you is where the light lives.