You Are Why the Light Came

The room is warm, but you are holding your breath, waiting for the moment your voice cracks and everyone sees the fraud. You rehearse every sentence before you speak, terrified that one casual comment will finally reveal you don't belong.

But the light did not come to gather the perfect; it came for the ones who know they are broken. It does not require your performance to stay in the room.

It is already seated beside you, not as a judge waiting for your mistake, but as a friend who knows your name and stays anyway. The terror says you must be flawless to remain.

The truth says you were chosen before you spoke a single word. You are not an imposter in the dark.

You are the reason the light showed up.