Your Worth Is Not Their Reply

The morning light hits the screen, and your thumb moves before your mind catches up. You are looking for a sign that you explained yourself well enough, that you are still loved, that you didn't say too much.

But the silence from the other end feels like a verdict. You are performing okayness for the world while your heart waits for a notification that may never come.

The light does not ask you to justify your existence with words. It knows you before you type a single letter.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord. Your worth is not generated by their reply.

It is generated by your origin. Stop looking at the glass for a reflection of your value.

The light was there before the phone buzzed, and it will be there after the battery dies. You are not what they say you are.

You are where you came from.