The Light Waits Behind Your Mask

The sun is up. The house is moving.

And you laughed at a joke in a crowded room, but the sound came from your throat and not your chest. You performed the joy you do not feel.

That gap between the noise you make and the silence you carry is where the light waits. It does not scold the mask.

It simply shines behind it. The rising sun has already found you in that quiet space between the laugh and the ache.

You do not have to force the feeling to return. The light is not a demand to be happy; it is the warmth that holds you while you are not.

Dawn does not ask the night to explain itself before it arrives. It just comes.

And today, you are loved not for the laughter you fake, but for the quiet truth you carry.