The Light Sees You Behind The Mask

The smile feels heavy this morning, like a mask you are afraid to take off. You perform gratitude so no one sees the crack beneath the surface.

You carry the silence because you believe your pain is too much for the room. But there is a love that does not need your performance to stay close.

It saw the woman with the issue of blood push through the crowd just to touch the edge of a garment. She did not have a perfect speech prepared.

She did not have the strength to stand tall. She only had the desperation to reach out from the bottom.

And the light stopped the entire procession to turn and call her daughter. You do not have to earn your place at the table by pretending to be whole.

The light is not looking for your gratitude; it is looking for you. The mask is not required for the healing to begin.