The Light Inside Cannot Be Broken

The sun is setting, and for you, that means the armor can finally come down. The voices that chased you today are quiet now, but the dread of tomorrow's alarm is already humming in your chest.

You feel small under the weight of their words, like a target that cannot move. But the light inside you does not shrink to fit their narrow view of who you are.

It was there before the first cruel word was spoken, and it will be there when the sun rises again. The kingdom is not in the hallway where they laugh; it is inside you, waiting for you to remember it.

You do not have to become someone else to be safe; you only need to return to the root that cannot be broken. The night is not a holding cell; it is an exhale.