You Are Held Before The Reply

The screen is still glowing in your hand, a small square of artificial light in the middle of the night. You sent the words.

The truth is out of your mouth and into the air, and now you are terrified that the reply will come too soon. Terrified that if the phone buzzes right now, you will shatter because you are not strong enough yet to handle what comes next.

But listen — the light does not depend on your strength. It was shining before you typed the message, and it is shining while you wait.

There is a peace that does not require the answer to arrive on your timeline. A peace that sits with you in the silence, holding the space between the sending and the receiving.

You do not have to be ready for the morning tonight. You only have to be here, in this quiet, letting the light hold what you cannot carry alone.

The reply can wait. The dawn can wait.

You are already held.