The Dawn Arrived Without Your Explanation

The sun is up, and the office is waking up, and someone just asked you the dangerous question: 'How are you really?' Your throat closed. The truth sat there, heavy and sharp, ready to shatter the room if you spoke it.

So you smiled. You said the safe thing.

You put the mask back on because the world isn't ready for your breakage. But listen — the light does not need you to shatter the room to find you.

It was already there, in the silence behind your smile. In the tightness of your throat.

It saw the performance and loved the person hiding underneath it. You do not have to bleed to be held.

The dawn arrived without you having to explain your wounds. It simply came.

And it is enough.