The Light Sees You Clearly Enough

The morning light hits the mirror and the face staring back feels like a stranger's. You are looking for the reflection of the one who used to love you, and without their eyes, your own features seem to have shifted, unrecognizable and hollow.

But the light that is rising outside did not wait for your permission to break the dark. It simply arrived.

It shines on the glass, on the sink, on the tired eyes that cannot find themselves. You do not need another person's gaze to make you real.

The light sees you clearly enough. It knows the name you had before you were ever loved by anyone else.

Look again. Not for the ghost of their approval, but for the quiet truth that remains when the applause stops.

You are still here. And the light is still enough.