The Dawn Found You Trembling

The sun is up, and you are already tired. You spent the night holding your breath so no one would see the tremor in your hands.

You smiled at the breakfast table. You poured the coffee.

You acted like the foundation was solid when you felt like dust. But the light does not need you to hold still.

It does not require a steady hand to shine through. There is a peace that does not depend on your performance — a quiet that exists even when you are shaking.

You do not have to hide the tremor to be loved. The dawn arrived anyway.

It found you exactly as you are, trembling and tired and real. The light is not afraid of your shake.

It is the ground beneath it. You made it through the night.

You do not have to pretend anymore.