Carrying your light, a spark in the dark,
A beacon that guides, like a song, like a lark.
Through shadows that whisper, through storms that may roar,
You carry the flame, and it opens the door.
It flickers, it dances, with every new breath,
A glow that defies the cold grasp of death.
It warms every corner, it sees through the veil,
A light that won’t falter, a light that won’t fail.
Through valleys of silence, and peaks made of stone,
Your light is a compass, when you’re all alone.
It doesn’t need much, just a will to be free,
A glimmer, a hope, a possibility.
Carry it proudly, carry it high,
A torch in your chest that will never die.
For in this bright glow, the world feels just right,
As long as you’re carrying your light.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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