The Light Beneath the Mask
The house is quiet now, and the mask you wore since sunrise finally feels heavy enough to take off. You stand in the bathroom, staring at a face that looks like yours but feels borrowed, wondering who is left when the performance stops.
The light does not demand you keep acting for its approval. It waits in the silence behind your eyes, patient as the dawn, knowing the real you is still there beneath the exhaustion.
— You are not the character you played today. You are the light that was there before the first line was spoken.
The mask falls away, and what remains is enough.
Drawing from
Gospel of Thomas, Matthew
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