The Light Breaking Through Your Crack

The room is quiet now, but your mind is replaying the exact second your voice cracked. You can see their faces.

You can feel the silence judging you. But the light does not see what you think it sees.

It sees the one who kept speaking through the break. There is light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world.

If it does not shine, it is dark. Your crack was not the end of the light.

It was the light breaking through the performance you thought you needed. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord.

You do not need to earn your way back into wholeness by being perfect. You are already whole.

The judgment you imagine is a shadow. The light that spoke through your tremble is the only thing that is real.