The Light Waits in Your Heavy Silence

You hold the words back because you are afraid your grief is too heavy for the room. You edit your voice until it sounds light, acceptable, safe.

But in this hour, the silence you keep is louder than the pain you hide. There was a man born blind, and the world asked whose fault it was.

The light said: neither. It was simply a place where something true could be shown.

Your heaviness is not a mistake. It is the canvas.

You do not need to perform wellness for an audience that cannot see your heart. The light is not asking you to smile.

It is asking you to speak. Say the heavy thing.

Let it land. The room can hold it because the light is already here, waiting in the dark with you.