The Light That Holds You

The middle of the day is where the mind sometimes slips its tether. You are speaking, the room is listening, and suddenly the thread is gone — the story you were holding dissolves into silence.

The panic rises because you feel exposed, as if the gap proves you are not enough. But the light does not require your performance to be present.

It was there before the first word and it remains in the quiet after the last one. Even when your memory fails, the truth within you stands firm.

You are not your ability to recall; you are the light that holds you when you cannot hold yourself. In that pause, the world does not end; it simply makes space for the peace that was already waiting.