You Are the Lamp Itself

The silence right now is so heavy it feels like the room itself is holding its breath. You lie here wondering if your absence would even register on the world tomorrow.

If you simply vanished, would anyone notice the empty space? In this deepest hour, the darkness tries to convince you that you are invisible.

But listen — there is a light inside you that has never slept. It shines in the dark, and the dark has not overcome it.

You are not a ghost waiting to be seen. You are the lamp itself.

Even when you feel most alone, you are being held in a grip that no shadow can loosen. The night is long, but it is not your home.

You are the light that the night cannot swallow.