The Light Is Already Here

The sun is up, but your heart is still scanning that message, reading between lines that aren't there. You are staring at the cursor, terrified that any word you type will be a mask, a performance of okayness you don't feel.

But the light does not need your perfect reply. It does not require you to craft a response that hides the tremor in your hands.

What you are looking for has already come, but you do not recognize it because you are searching for clarity instead of presence. The truth lives in you, not in the draft you are trying to write.

You can put the phone down. The relationship does not hang on your ability to say the right thing.

The light is already here, in the silence, in the unfinished thought, in the morning that arrived whether you were ready or not.