You Are Not Invisible To The Light

The morning light hits the glass, and you put on the face that says you are fine. You walk into the noise, certain that if you simply ceased to exist, the world would not even pause to notice the gap.

You feel like a ghost haunting your own life, invisible behind the smile. But there is a light that sees through the performance before you even step out the door.

It does not need you to be loud to know you are there. It knows you in the silence.

You were never meant to be a shadow. You are the light of the world, and a city set on a hill cannot be hidden.

The mask may fool the crowd, but it cannot extinguish the glow that makes you real. You are not invisible; you are simply waiting to stop hiding.