The Light Stands At Your Door

The middle of the day is a long, quiet room where you stare at a message that remains unread. You imagine them choosing to look away, preferring the silence to the weight of your heart.

But the light does not wait for an opening to be real. It stands at the door and knocks, not because it needs entry, but because it is already there.

Your worth is not decided by their response, or by the hours that tick by without a reply. The love you offered is not a stone they can reject; it is a seed that grows whether they see it or not.

You are not defined by the silence on the other side of the screen. The light in you shines regardless of whether anyone opens their eyes to see it.