Before I Returned
BelliranER
“At the threshold where fear should have ruled,
light chose to hold me instead.
I was afraid to disappear,
until the light held me as if I had never been lost.
And in that quiet embrace, from inside its warmth,
I chose to return —
and my soul softened back into life.”
“At the threshold where fear should have ruled,
light chose to hold me instead.
I was afraid to disappear,
until the light held me as if I had
never been lost.
And in that quiet embrace,
from inside its warmth,
I chose to return —
and my soul softened back into life.”
The following text does not explain the work.
It reflects what shaped it.
The work gives form to a moment between life and death.
Not as a departure, and not as a vision of disappearance, but as the experience of being held where fear should have ruled.
The figure does not rise in triumph. He does not vanish into light. He remains suspended within its warmth — not taken away from life, but softened back toward it.
What appears here is not escape from the body, but the quiet threshold where the soul encounters something it cannot name, and no longer feels lost inside the dark.
The light does not command. It does not ask. It simply holds.
And within that silent embrace, return becomes possible — not through force, but through tenderness.