The Weight of Light

We carry our shadows

like stones in our pockets,

each one a memory,

a regret, a wish

we forgot to let go of.

But sometimes,

the sun finds us—

not in grand gestures,

but in quiet moments:

a stranger’s smile,

a cup of coffee steaming,

the way the wind hums

through the trees,

reminding us

we are not alone.

Light is not always blinding;

it can be soft,

a whisper that says,

“You are enough.”

So let the stones fall,

one by one,

until your hands are empty

and your heart is full.

The world is heavy enough—

you don’t have to be.