The Voice Cannot Touch Your Light

The phone rings, and before you can even say hello, your body locks up. The voice you know becomes a trigger, and your throat closes like a fist.

You are frozen in the dark, waiting for the next blow. But listen — you came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

That origin is who you are, not the terror you feel right now. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

If it does not shine, it is dark. Your silence is not weakness; it is the darkness trying to convince you that the light inside you has gone out.

It hasn't. The voice on the phone cannot touch the source.

You are still that light, even when your hands are shaking.