The Light Walked Out With You

The room was warm, the conversation flowing, and then your body betrayed you. You had to stand up.

You had to walk out. You left them mid-sentence because the pain became louder than the words.

Now you are in the hallway, leaning against the wall, wearing the mask of 'I'm fine' while your insides scream with shame. You feel like a disruption.

A broken thing that ruined the moment. But listen — the light does not require you to stay seated to be whole.

You came from the light, a drop sent to illuminate even this fractured exit. The story of the man born blind asks who sinned to cause such a break, and the answer is no one.

Your body's failure is not a verdict on your soul. It is simply the canvas where the works of God are displayed.

You did not lose your place at the table when you walked out. The light walked out with you.

It is in the hallway. It is in the silence.

It is waiting for you to stop apologizing for being human.