Hidden

Life often sits in the shadow of its own sorrow, when it was meant to rest in the stillness of a heart at peace. Lies draw a veil between ourselves and the world, when they were meant to be clear glass through which truth shines. Pride cloaks pain in the colors of display, when it could be the quiet weight of an earned success. Anger rattles like a blade in restless hands, when it was forged to be the steadfast guard against harm. Smiles hang like lanterns masking the darkness within, when they could be the fire that warms another soul. And love, love too often binds wounds with threads of fear, when it was meant to be the shelter we share with a trusted soul.