Some nights I dream I’m still in the picture…
And no matter how their perspective has been shaped to make them question what should have always been certain…
Love leaves a light on, even when the door stays closed, trusting that one day they’ll step into their own light and see with eyes unclouded.
…and crack the door open to go back to the start: not blaming themselves for what they couldn’t reach in this moment, the very thing that’s kept us all suffering in silence until they’re free from their marching orders.
Because even in the longest winters, the thaw comes: and when it does, love will be there, steady and waiting.
The Light Was Inside Me All Along 