Your Scream Is Light Breaking Through

The sun has gone down, and the silence you kept all day is starting to feel like a wall closing in. You are terrified that when you finally open your mouth, the sound will be too raw, too loud, too much for anyone to bear.

You fear they will call it hysteria because you waited so long to speak. But the dark does not judge the volume of your cry; it only holds the space for it to exist.

There is a voice that knows exactly how long you have been holding your breath, and it does not dismiss the gasp that follows. It leans in closer when the tremble starts.

Your scream is not a failure of composure; it is the sound of the light breaking through the silence you thought was permanent. The night is not here to silence you; it is here to prove that even the loudest pain cannot extinguish the love that is listening.