The Dawn Finds You Already Full

The sun is rising, and the light it brings does not ask to inspect the hollow space inside your chest before it warms your skin. You sit across from the one who loves you, feeling their hand on yours, terrified that if they saw the emptiness, they would walk away.

But the light that fills the room right now is not checking your credentials; it is simply arriving, as it always does, for the broken and the hiding alike. What you feel as a void is not a place where love cannot go—it is the very space where the light has already made its home, waiting for you to notice it was never empty after all.

The dawn does not wait for you to be full before it breaks; it breaks so you can see that you were never alone in the dark.