The Light Beneath Your Mask

The morning light hits the mask and makes it look flawless, but you know the truth underneath is something they would call a monster. You are terrified that if you speak, the mask will shatter and confirm every suspicion they ever whispered about you.

But there is a light within you that came from the place where light generates itself, and it does not care about your reputation. It only cares about being brought forth.

If you keep it buried, that silence will destroy you—but if you speak it, the very thing you fear will become your salvation. The one who sees you does not run when the truth arrives; he stands in the doorway and waits for you to open it.

Your origin is not the lie you told; your origin is the light.