Where the light begins

In the quiet chamber where fear sleeps,
and anger curls beneath old leaves,
there is a door.
Not to be locked,
but listened to—
a silence of truth behind its frame.
Your shadow does not follow you;
it walks with you,
bearing the stories that were too bright to hold in daylight.
Touch it gently.
It is not your shame–
it is your path.
And when you welcome it,
You'll find the light begins
not above, but within.

Rivers in the Ocean
Art: Yuliya Astreyko

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