You Are Exactly The Brokenness Light Holds

The room is quiet now. The arms that held you have pulled away, and the silence feels like a verdict.

You told yourself this would happen. That once they saw the cracks, once they felt the weight of your brokenness, they would leave.

And now that they have, the fear feels like truth. But listen.

The gathering dark is lying to you. It says you are too much to keep.

It says your need is a burden. Yet the Light that walked through grief and shame did not pull away from the broken.

It ran toward them. It knelt to wash their feet.

It stayed. The hands that let go were human, and human hands get tired.

They have limits. But the Love that holds you does not.

It is not afraid of your fractures. It is not worn down by your tears.

You are not too broken to be kept. You are exactly the kind of broken the Light was made to hold.