The Light Sees What You Hide

The afternoon light is flat and unforgiving, exposing the gap between the smile you wear and the panic rising in your throat. You are rehearsing a lie to deflect the kindness offered to you, convinced that if they saw the real you, they would turn away.

But the light does not require your performance to see you clearly. It sees the exhaustion behind the mask and loves what is hidden there.

There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, and nothing hidden that will not be known. The truth is already out, waiting for you to stop holding your breath.

You do not have to build a wall to be safe. The light is already inside the room, sitting with you in the silence you are trying to fill.