The Light Sees Behind Your Mask

The phone rings, and for a second, the air leaves the room. You stare at it like it's a live wire, terrified that a single human voice will crack the carefully constructed lie you've been wearing since sunrise.

You answer with a smile they can't see, performing okayness while your hands shake under the desk. But listen — the light that lives inside you does not need your performance to survive.

It sees behind the mask. It knows the exhaustion of holding up a false front.

There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, and nothing hidden that will not be known. The truth you are hiding from them is already fully known by the light within you.

And it loves you anyway. You don't have to be the person on the phone to be held.

You just have to be the one breathing.