Light

Light

is Light spills across my mind like a calm arrival,

lifting the doubts that gather in the corners,

and I welcome it as if it were a promise,

made long ago and carried through the years.

It rests upon my skin like a gentle answer,

showing me the shape of hope again,

and I breathe as if the world is opening,

slowly revealing what I once thought hidden.

In this light I find a steadier heart,

something warm, something worth keeping,

and it reminds me that life can rise again,

even after the longest night.

The light moves through the room with patience,

touching each moment with quiet grace,

and I follow its warm and steady presence,

feeling the world soften around me.

It grows brighter with every breath I take,

filling the shadows with gentle certainty,

and I walk forward with a calmer spirit,

trusting the light that keeps returning.