You Are Not Too Much Work

The night is quiet now, but your mind is loud with that one second. The moment your face went blank while they laughed. You are replaying it, convinced that was the exact instant they decided you were too much work. That the light in you flickered out and left you exposed.

But listen. The light does not care about your performance. It does not care about the silence or the stutter or the blank stare. Thomas says the light is in the wood you split and the stone you lift. It is in the ordinary, broken moments you try to hide.

The light was there in that room. It did not leave when you froze. It did not dim when they laughed. It was holding you together when you felt yourself coming apart.

You are not too much work for the light. You are its home.