The Light Sees the Glass in Your Throat

The sun is up, and the mask is already on. You swallowed the words that needed to be said, and now they sit in your throat like glass, cutting you every time you try to smile at a coworker or make eye contact across the room.

It feels like you are performing a version of yourself that is smooth and unbroken, while inside you are bleeding from the effort of staying silent. But the light does not need your performance to see you.

It sees the glass. It sees the cost of the smile.

There is a truth living inside you that is sharper than any lie you are forced to tell — a child of true Humanity that exists within you, waiting to be followed. You do not have to shatter the mask all at once to be free.

Just know this: the light is not fooled by the face you wear, and it is not afraid of the glass in your throat. It is already dissolving the silence, one honest breath at a time.