I took off my mask this week
i wasn't fake anymore,
and i loved it.
i didn't worry
or fret
i was confident
without spending a cent.
i spoke my mind
and opened up.
i fought my anxiety
and looked at the happy things.
this world that was falling on me
wasn't falling at all
the world was hugging me
and holding it out its hands
to help me up
when i was feeling sad.
this world isn't cruel,
even though sometimes
that's how it seems
this world is kind,
helpful,
and beautiful.
and we're all beautifully broken people
living within it.
we make mistakes
but Jesus washes away
all of that filth we hug so close.
maybe scientists were right,
maybe the world is dirty,
but maybe we can clean it.
pick up trash on the side of the road
and pick up the anxious thoughts in our minds.
we can clean the air by not driving cars
and we can clean our minds of the cruel thoughts of others
by not listening.
and maybe by doing that the world will get a whole lot cleaner
and maybe the people living with the polluting depressing thoughts
will see the beauty in this world.