The Light Sees Your Exhaustion Behind The Mask

The afternoon sun is bright, and you are holding up your end of the conversation, nodding at the right times, smiling the smile that says you are fine. But inside, you are rehearsing a lie about your peace just to keep the circle warm.

You are performing okayness while your soul is quietly screaming. The light does not need your performance.

It is already sitting at the table with you, not waiting for you to get it right, but seeing the exhaustion behind your eyes. There is a rest that is not earned by how well you pretend.

The light is gentle enough to hold the truth you are afraid to speak. You do not have to carry the weight of the mask for one more minute.