A SMALL KIND OF LIGHT

Some days
light is not the sunrise
or the bright afternoon sky.

Sometimes
it is a small yellow smiley face
at the end of a message
from someone who knows
you have been quiet lately.

It is not a big thing.
Just a tiny circle,
two dots for eyes,
a curved line
that pretends everything
will be okay.

But it helps.
Because on days
when your own smile
is still finding its way back,
that little face
holds the space for it.

And the light
is not loud or dramatic.
It is gentle.
It sits beside you quietly
until you remember
how to smile again.

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