A Spark of Light

Sitting in the dark,
I saw silhouettes of things —
some clear, some vague.

They made me feel small,
just another shape among shapes,
another shadow in the room.

No details around me.
No edges to hold onto.
I wondered —
is this how I see myself too?

Then I lifted my hand.
A small movement.
A quiet shift.

Light spread.

What was once vague
began to take form.

I saw the edges of the mirror.
I saw myself in it.
I saw the textures of the walls.

With the light,
I felt seen.

I am here.
In this room.
In this space.

Value yourself.
Learn to love yourself.

Sometimes,
it begins with something small —
holding space,
lifting a finger,
and allowing yourself to be seen.

By the world around you.
By the people around you.

But most importantly,
by you.