REMEMBER HOW TO SHINE

I was a quiet ache, Tucked behind a smile too practiced, A soul in exile From the sound of its own name. Then your song came.. Not like thunder, But like morning. It didn’t shout Or demand my hands be clean. It just stood there, Open, And let the Light spill in. You didn’t say I had to be brave, Just honest. Not pure, Just present. And suddenly, The silence I’d feared your years Was holy. The tears I held back We’re seen, And safe. Your words didn’t fix me.. They freed me. I stood in them, Bare, trembling, Not as someone broken, But becoming. And the Light didn’t judge. It didn’t recoil. It wrapped around me Like I remembered who I was Before I forgot. So if this is what grace feels like.. The slow, radiant undoing Of everything I was never meant to carry.. Then sing it again. Let the Light find me In the purple rain, Until I forget how to hide And only remember how to shine!