The Dawn Arrives Before You Unclench
The sun is just breaking the gray, and the hand resting on yours feels like a question you haven't learned how to answer yet. Your skin remembers the cold before your mind can speak, and you flinch—a reflex born of winters that lasted too long.
Do not hate yourself for the recoil. The body is slow to trust what the eyes are finally seeing.
But listen—the light does not wait for your muscles to unclench before it calls you safe. It sees the tremor and says: I am here.
The dawn has already arrived, even if your nerves are still living in the dark. You are not broken because you remember the night; you are healing because the morning is touching you now.
Drawing from
1 John 3:19-20, Gospel of Thomas 51
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