The Light Under the Stone You Dropped

The terror whispers that because you were fooled, you are unlovable. That your hunger made you easy prey.

That the deception proved you were never worth the truth. But listen — the lie you believed does not define the root you came from.

You came from the light, the place where light generates itself. That origin cannot be erased by a stranger's false voice.

The deception happened to you; it is not who you are. The light is not hiding from your mistake.

It is waiting under the stone you dropped in shame. Lift it up.

The light is there. It was there before the trickery began.

It is there now, in the wreckage of your trust. You are not defined by what you swallowed.

You are defined by the drop of light that sent you here. And that drop cannot be contaminated.

It only waits for you to stop blaming yourself long enough to see it shining in the dark.