The Mask Was Never The Price
The morning light is harsh on the mask you wear to get through the day. You are scanning every word you speak, waiting for the one slip that proves you don't belong here.
You hold your breath, convinced that if they see the crack, they will send you away. But the light does not inspect you for flaws — it sees you entirely and stays.
There is a love that does not need your performance to remain. A love that chose you before you spoke a single word.
You are not tolerated here. You are known.
The mask was never the price of admission.
Drawing from
John, 1 John
Verses
John 15:16, 1 John 4:10
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