Safe Enough to Move in the Dark

You are holding your breath in the dark, terrified that a single shift of your weight will wake the person beside you and force them to see the shame written on your face. So you lie perfectly still, a statue of guilt, waiting for a judgment that has not come.

But the light does not need you to freeze. It does not require you to hide the cracks in your armor before it draws near.

There is a truth that lives inside us and will be with us forever — a truth that knows your face in the dark and does not look away. The light has already seen the worst of you and it is still here, breathing slowly in the room.

You are safe enough to move. You are loved enough to be seen.