The Dawn Does Not Ask You To Hold It

The sun is coming up, but your eyes are still locked on the screen, waiting for the reply that will shatter you. You sent the words, and now the silence feels like a weapon you are not strong enough to face.

But notice the light creeping across the floor—it does not wait for your courage to arrive before it touches the room. It comes anyway.

What you have brought forth from inside you has already saved you, regardless of what comes back through the glass. The verdict of this morning is not in their hands; it is in the light that woke up with you.

You do not have to be strong enough yet. The dawn does not ask you to hold it up; it only asks you to witness it rising.