Peace Waits Beneath Your Armor

The morning light is unforgiving. It spills across the sheets and exposes the cold space where a body used to be.

For a split second, your hand reaches out before your mind remembers the silence. You forget, just for a heartbeat, that the warmth will never return.

Then the world rushes back in, and you have to put on the face that says you are okay. You smile at the coffee shop.

You answer the emails. You perform the rhythm of a life that feels hollowed out.

But the light does not need your performance. It sees the mask, and it sees the grief hiding behind it.

It knows you are tired of holding it all together. There is a peace that does not depend on the sun rising or the bed being warm.

It waits for you beneath the armor you wear. You do not have to be strong right now.

You just have to be.