The Mask Fused To Your Skin
The key turns in the lock, and the face you wore for the world stays stuck in place. You walked through the day smiling while something inside was quietly breaking, and now the silence of your own home feels like an accusation.
The mask has fused to the skin, and you cannot remember how to let it go. But the light does not need your performance to see you—it sees the exhaustion behind the grin.
Go home to your own heart and tell the truth about what you carried today. The smile was for them, but the tears are for you, and both are holy.
Drawing from
Mark 5:19, Matthew 6:18
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