The Light Does Not Wait

The sun is up, but your voice is still caught in the quiet of the night. You open your mouth to speak, and then you stop—waiting for a permission that no one is ever going to give.

The silence in your throat feels like a rule you forgot, a barrier you built to keep yourself small. But look at the light coming through the window.

It does not ask the clouds if it can shine. It simply rises.

It spills over the horizon without checking to see if the world is ready to receive it. You were made in that same image.

The light inside you was never meant to wait for an invitation. It was meant to break the dark simply by being there.

You do not need to finish the sentence for the light to be real. You only need to let it breathe.