Your Own Light

In a world of voices, loud and wide,

Opinions crash like shifting tide.

One says too much, one says too small,

Another says it's wrong to stand tall.

But none of them live behind these eyes,

None carry dreams or hear the cries.

Each mind sees through its painted glass,

Reflecting fears that come and pass.

Judgements fall like careless rain,

Yet no one can truly know your pain.

Or taste the hopes that bloom inside,

Or feel the storms you've learned to ride.

No hand can hold the truth you keep,

No heart can climb the hills you steep.

So why let the noise define your way,

When peace can simply choose to stay?

The mirror matters most, it's true...

What matters most is what stares back at you.

Not whispered doubts or heavy stares,

Not broken voices shaped by fears.

The world is full of shifting skies,

Of vivid dreams and different ties.

But through it all, just stand and know,

The brightest roots are those you grow.

So laugh a little, breathe and be,

Walk onward strong, clear, and free.

Let others thin, let others say,

You keep your happiness and move through your day.