The Light Beneath Your Mask
The cursor blinks, waiting for words your heart cannot find. You type affection you do not feel, terrified they will see the performance behind the screen.
But the light that lives in you does not demand a show. It sees the exhaustion of pretending to be okay.
There is a peace that does not depend on your ability to perform it. A peace that waits for you to stop typing and just breathe.
You are not your mask. You are the light beneath it.
Drawing from
John, Gospel of Thomas
Verses
John 14:27, Gospel of Thomas 3
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