The Light Runs Toward Your Trembling
The words rise in your throat during the long middle of the day, heavy and true, but you swallow them back down because they sound too much like weakness. You are afraid that if you speak the ache, the mask will crack and the performance will end.
But there is a voice that does not need your strength to hear you — a voice that leans in and says, 'I am willing.' It is not waiting for a polished speech or a brave face. It is waiting for the honesty you are hiding.
The light does not run from your trembling; it runs toward it. You do not have to carry the silence alone anymore.
Drawing from
Mark, John
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