The Light Sees Behind The Mask

The mask feels heavy this morning, doesn't it? You walked in smiling, nodded at the right times, and played the part of the one who has it together.

But inside, you are screaming. You fear that if anyone sees the crack, the whole thing will collapse.

You think your performance is fooling the light. It is not.

The light sees the tremor behind the eyes. It saw the woman with twelve years of bleeding reach out from behind the crowd, terrified and unseen.

It stopped everything to turn to her. It did not scold her for hiding.

It called her 'Daughter.' Your smile is not a lie that disqualifies you. It is just a shield you are holding because you are tired.

You can put it down now. The light does not love the performance.

It loves the person underneath who is too exhausted to keep standing.