Let the Morning Be New Again

The sun is up, but your mind is still stuck in that split second when your voice changed and their face fell. You are replaying the exact moment the silence started, wondering if you can ever speak to them again without hearing that quiet crash.

But look at the light coming through the window. It does not check to see if you said the right thing yesterday before it shines on your floor.

It simply arrives. The light that lives inside you is not afraid of your mistakes.

It walked into rooms full of broken conversations and stayed. You do not have to fix the silence today.

You just have to let the morning be new. The word you speak next does not have to carry the weight of the last one.