We often mistake the dark for an absence, a void where nothing grows.
Yet, look how the light insists on entering. It does not flood the room all at once; it comes in fragments, in patterns, sketching hope upon the floor.
Healing is much the same. It is not always a blinding sunrise.
Sometimes, it is just enough light to see the dust settle, just enough glow to know that the outside world is still waiting for you. 🌟
