The Dawn Finds You Waiting

The screen's glow betrays you, even face-down on your chest. You typed the truth, then deleted it, as if erasing the words could erase the weight.

But the light does not need your confession to know what is in the dark. It was there before you opened the notes app.

It is there now, in the silence after you locked the phone. You are not hiding from the dawn; you are waiting for it to find you.

The kingdom is inside you, and it is outside you, spread out upon this very room where you lie awake. You came from the light, and to it you will return, regardless of the words you could not say.

The sun is rising not because you fixed yourself, but because it always rises.