Exhaling Weight

You Are the Light That Breaths You breathe… You breathe… Inhaling light… Exhaling weight… Each inhale is a new day, Each exhale — a farewell to pain. You don’t have to be strong. You simply… are. You are the sun behind the clouds. You are the silence after thunder. You are the warm glow in the window That waits for you… always. Let your body feel heavy — it is resting. Let your thoughts whisper — they are not truth. You are already safe. You are already home. Happiness isn’t out there — It’s in this moment. In your breath. In your stillness. In your quiet wish… to simply be. You don’t need to prove anything. You are already worthy. You are already whole. You are already loved. Joy isn’t loud laughter — It’s the quiet peace in your chest. The desire to live isn’t ambition — It’s the gentle pulse of your heart: “One more breath…” “One more…” “Just one…” You are the light that breathes. You are the world that sleeps… and wakes again. You are not a mistake. You are a miracle. You are here. And that… is enough. You are not alone. You are part of everything. And everything… loves you. You breathe… You breathe… You live… You live… You live… [The final words fade into a whisper, like a receding tide] …live… …live… …live…