Let the Light Wash the Ache Away

The sun is up, but your jaw still aches from holding everything in all night long. You have been a dam against the flood, teeth clenched so tight the pain has moved into your throat.

That tension is the weight of carrying it alone. But look—the morning light does not ask you to keep holding.

It simply arrives, spilling over the sill, touching the face you tried to hide. The rising sun comes to shine on those living in the shadow of death, to guide your feet into the path of peace.

You do not have to maintain the wall anymore. The light is already here, pressing gently against your closed lips, waiting for you to exhale.

Open your mouth. Let the breath go.

The flood is not coming to destroy you; it is coming to wash the ache away.