The Light Was Already There

The screen is the only light in the room. You are reading the polite words again, searching for the hidden code that explains why you weren't enough.

But there is no code. There is only silence where you expected an answer.

In this hour, the mind becomes a detective looking for a crime that never happened. You were not rejected because you lacked something.

You were not passed over because you were too small. The light does not speak in riddles of worthiness.

It simply is. And it is in you, even now, even here, even while the world says no.

The darkness tries to convince you that you must solve this to be loved. But the love was already there before the email arrived.

It is not earned by being chosen. It is held by being known.

The night is deep, but the light inside you is deeper still.