The Dawn Holds You When You Cannot

The sun is up, but your arms still remember the shape of holding someone who isn't there. That phantom weight is the heaviest thing you will carry today.

It is the silence where a cry should be. The light does not ask you to put that weight down before you can stand.

It waits with you in the quiet of this new morning. There is a rising sun that comes not to scold the night, but to shine on those living in the shadow of death.

It guides your feet into the path of peace, even when your hands are empty. You did not fail to hold on; you are being held right now.

The dawn is not a demand to be happy; it is simply proof that the light returned for you.