Come Home to Your Own Face
The laughter rises in your throat, loud and easy, and for a second the room is warm. Then the sound hits your own ears and feels like it belongs to a stranger.
You are wearing someone else's skin. The mask slips just enough to let the cold air in.
You wonder if everyone can see the fraud beneath the smile. But the light does not live in the performance.
It lives in the quiet space between the laugh and the doubt. It was there before you spoke, and it is there now, beneath the shame.
You do not have to hold the pose. The light is not impressed by your act.
It is simply waiting for you to stop pretending and come home to your own face.
Drawing from
John 3:19-21, Gospel of Thomas 22
Verses
John 3:19-21
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