Light Calls To Light

softness and strength

  • He Had the Key. He Just Never Used It

    There’s a softness in me he’ll never meet again. Not because it’s gone, not because I’m bitter, but because it was offered once – fully, freely, without hesitation – and he stood in front of it like it was something… Continue reading

    He Had the Key. He Just Never Used It

  • She Unfolds Where She’s Held, Not Watched

    There’s a version of me that only comes out when I feel safe. She’s softer. Quieter. Laughs without scanning the room. Speaks without second-guessing. She doesn’t measure her words or shrink her feelings to fit someone else’s comfort. She doesn’t… Continue reading

    She Unfolds Where She’s Held, Not Watched