The Light Does Not Need Your Stillness

The sun is up now, but you are still lying perfectly still in the dark you carried out of the bedroom. You hold your breath because you are terrified that if you shift, someone will ask if you are okay, and you will have to lie again.

You have become a statue of silence, pretending the weight on your chest isn't crushing you. But the light does not need you to hold still to be present.

It is not afraid of your sigh. It is not fooled by the mask you wear for the world.

You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, and that origin knows you even when you are hiding. You do not have to perform peace to be held by it.

The light is already inside you, waiting for you to stop pretending.