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Stand in Your Own Light

Stand in your own light—
even when the lamps go out.

Carry your silence like a lantern,
not as a burden,
but as a map.

The world will tell you
to wait for rescue,
to lean on borrowed fire.
Smile, and keep walking.

Every step you take
is a small rebellion.
Every breath you claim
is proof you are enough.

Do not beg the tide
to turn in your favour—
learn its rhythm,
and row anyway.

Stand in your own light.
It will not blind you.
It will not leave you.
It will grow with you.

And when others gather,
drawn to the glow,
you will know:
you were never walking alone.

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The cosmos breathes through your silken thread,

A shimmer stitched where starlight treads,

Each breath you take, a hush, a spark,

A song begun within the dark.

You walk, a lantern born of flame,

Yet hold no boast, nor cry your name;

The hush of galaxies leans in,

To hear your soul’s light stir the wind.

You are not small, though stars are grand,

You are the pulse in the sky’s own hand.

A symphony that dares to rise,

From silence, into sacred skies.

Let morning crown your brow with fire,

And let your gaze the heavens inspire,

For God in shadow, dust, and hue,

Finds voice and rhythm, here, in you.

In the quiet hum of a world that rushes,

Where footfalls echo on broken stone,

A voice still sings in the hush of hushes,

A heart still beats, though left alone.

Oh, cruel hands of time and trial,

They twist, they turn, they seek to mold,

Yet something lingers, tender, vital,

A warmth untouched by bitter cold.

The world, in its grumble, its clatter, its din,

Would etch its sorrow upon your skin,

Would carve you sharp, would make you steel,

Would teach you nevermore to feel.

But hush, dear soul, and hold your ground,

Let not the world make you unkind,

For in the hush of love profound,

Softness reigns, yet never blind.

Take pride in light the world denies,

In sugar spun from sorrow’s thread,

In laughter ringing under skies,

That some might call a dream long dead.

Oh, wear your sweetness like the dawn,

Let cynics sneer, let shadows call,

For even when the world moves on,

A heart that loves outlives them all.

You’ve wandered long through shadowed lands,

With trembling heart and open hands,

The clocks spun slow, the sky turned grey,

Yet still, you rose to meet the day.

A thousand questions marked your pace,

Who am I now? What is this place?

But hush - the wind, it softly knows,

The soul still grows, the spirit flows.

You wore your grief like autumn’s coat,

Then shed it when the spring took note.

The stars watched on with patient eyes,

As you began to reorganize.

Your path, your pace, your whispered dreams,

No longer bound to old regimes.

You dared to laugh, to love, to try,

Beneath a less familiar sky.

And though you walk with aching feet,

The journey’s song is bittersweet.

You are not lost - you’re being led,

By threads of gold the Fates have spread.

So question all! The love, the lore,

The quiet "why," the distant shore.

You’re not alone - just newly found,

Among kind hearts, profound and sound.

Step forward now with trust, with grace,

The future waits to know your face.

For all that’s past is not yet gone,

You’re just becoming who you’ve been all along.