Hiding Secret Radiance From Loving Touch

Tonight, the house is quiet enough to hear your own flinch when someone reaches out. You brace for the moment their hands will feel the rot you're sure is underneath your skin.

You are convinced that if they hold you tight enough, they will discover the fraud and let go. But the light does not grope for evidence; it sees what is already there.

What you feel as unworthiness, the light knows as the very place it was sent to dwell. You are not hiding a secret darkness; you are hiding a secret radiance that you forgot was yours.

The touch you fear is not an inspection; it is an invitation to remember that the kingdom is inside you, not somewhere you have to earn. The arms reaching for you are not looking for a reason to stay; they are already staying because they recognize the light they carry themselves.