The Light Is Already Holding You

The words are circling in your head again, aren't they? A speech you rehearse but never speak.

A confession that stays trapped behind your teeth because you are certain it will break everything if it ever sees the light. But listen — the light is not waiting for your perfect apology.

It is already sitting with you in the silence. There was a woman once who carried a weight of shame so heavy she thought she would die under it, and when she finally reached out, she was not crushed.

She was called 'daughter.' The truth you are hiding is not a monster. It is the very thing the light is waiting to hold.

You do not have to finish the sentence for the love to arrive. It is already here, in the dark, knowing every word you cannot say.