The Light Is Not Afraid Of Your Text

The screen glows in the dark, a small rectangle holding the weight of everything you cannot say. You type the truth about how heavy the silence feels, then your thumb hovers over the delete key.

The fear whispers that your need is too much, that your loneliness is a burden no one should carry. So you erase it.

Again. And the room gets quieter.

But listen — there is a voice that does not run from your hunger. A voice that sees the cursor blinking in the dark and says: your faith has healed you.

Go in peace. You do not have to edit yourself to be loved.

The light is not afraid of your text. It is not overwhelmed by your ache.

It sits with you in the unsent words. You are not too much for the one who made you.