The Light Waits for the Unedited You

The sun has gone down, and now the editing begins. You sit in the quiet, trimming the sharp edges off your own story, terrified that if someone saw the unvarnished truth, they would walk away.

You polish the memory until it is safe, until it is presentable, until it is a lie you can tolerate. But the light does not need your performance.

It does not need the version of you that is easy to love. Tonight, stop hiding the broken parts.

The light is already there, in the very places you are trying to sand smooth. Split a piece of wood; the light is there.

Lift up the stone of your shame; the light is there. You do not have to make yourself lovable before you are loved.

The unedited you is the one the light is waiting for.