The Road of Light
There is a path, hidden and quiet,
a road that waits beneath every shadow.
For every step you take towards pretending,
another way, almost invisible, leads you toward the light.
But it only shows itself to those who have known darkness,
those who have felt the weight of sadness and loss,
and who have, somehow, learned to accept it.
It isn’t a path that shines in the bright hours of the day,
or in the safety of what we know.
This road appears only when all else falls away—
in the still, empty moments when you are left alone
with the raw truth of who you are.
The dreams you’ve lost, the hurt you’ve carried,
they lie here, soft echoes in the quiet.
To see this road, you must first fall,
to let the sorrow settle in, to feel its coldness.
You must be brave enough to let go of the image,
to feel your heart ache without hiding from it,
to stand with the truth of yourself.
And when you do, slowly, softly,
a gentle light will begin to rise beneath your feet,
not blinding, but steady and real,
like dawn after a long, endless night.
The road of light is there for you, waiting.
It doesn’t promise easy answers or perfect days.
It’s a path that accepts all of you—
the broken pieces, the scars, the quiet hopes.
It leads to a place where you don’t have to pretend,
where the warmth of the sun touches the heart that has known darkness,
and where, finally, you can rest, whole and true.