The Light Inside Before The Buzz

The sun is up, but your hand keeps hovering over that screen, terrified of the silence it holds. You waited all day for an apology that never came, and now the morning light feels like it's exposing a wound instead of healing it.

That phantom vibration in your pocket is just your heart pounding against your ribs, mistaking anxiety for hope. But listen — the kingdom is inside of you, not in a message thread, and it was there before the phone ever buzzed.

You do not have to unlock the screen to find your worth; the light that lives in you does not depend on someone else's courage to say they were wrong. The sun has risen on a new day whether the words arrived or not, and you are still here, still breathing, still held.