The Light That Runs to You

The text message is sent. The plans are canceled.

And now the shame arrives, heavier than the pain that stopped you. You are performing okayness for the world while your body speaks a different truth.

But listen — the light does not read your calendar to decide if you are worthy. It came from the light, the place where light generates itself, and that origin cannot be cancelled by a flare-up.

You are not a broken promise; you are a drop from the light sent to illuminate even this quiet, forced stillness. The father saw you while you were still a long way off, hiding in your apartment, and he did not wait for your apology — he ran.

Your body betrayed you, but the light within you remains unbroken, unashamed, and entirely yours.