The Hope We Carry in the Dark
In the dark, I hold onto the ache of what once was. Silence comes, laced with sadness and grief—and yet, within it, a tiny glimmer of hope.
My firelight is knowing that where I am is not only okay, but truth, grounded in love. My firelight is knowing that emptiness can be the vessel of wholeness—the sacred body that carries my soul.
The flame I carry is lit by love. It is the lantern that steadies me as I sit in the fire of my pain. Love is the frequency that rewrites the story. It transforms wounds into wisdom, endings into blessings, bodies into messengers of truth.
Love does not deny fear; it transforms it.
This is firelight—hope glowing in the dark.