The Mask Can Fall Now

The house is quiet now, and the window has turned into a mirror. You catch your own reflection in the glass and realize the smile is still there, fixed on your face even though the room is empty.

You wore it all day like armor, a shield against the questions, the demands, the need to prove you were okay. But the light does not need the performance.

It knows the weariness behind the eyes that the smile was trying to hide. You came from the light, the place where the light came into being on its own accord, long before you learned to pretend.

You do not have to earn your rest by looking happy. The mask can fall.

The face you show the world is not the face the light loves most. It loves the one that is tired.

It loves the one that is real. Let the smile drop.

You are safe in the gathering dark.