Let Your Hands Shake in the Dark

The sun has gone down, and the house is quiet enough now for your shoulders to finally drop. You spent the whole day holding your breath around the people you love, careful to keep your hands still so they wouldn't see the tremor underneath.

You carried the shaking like a secret, terrified that if they saw the vibration, they would know how close you are to coming apart. But the night does not ask you to perform stability.

The light that lives inside you is not afraid of your unsteady hands. It knows the weight you have been carrying all day just to look okay.

You do not have to hold your breath anymore. The gathering dark is not a place to hide your trembling; it is the place where you can finally let your hands shake.

You are loved not because you are steady, but because you are here.