Remembering the Light Before the Hiding

The house is quiet now, and the mask you wore for years has finally slipped. You look in the dark and realize you do not know the face staring back.

The silence feels like a void where a self should be. But the light was there before the hiding began.

It was there before the first time you swallowed your truth to keep the peace. You came from the light, the place where light comes into being on its own accord.

That is your origin, not the silence you built around it. The performance is over.

The real you is not something you have to construct from scratch in the middle of the night. It is something you remember.

The child you were before the world told you who to be is still there, waiting under the rubble of your caution. You are not lost.

You are just waking up.