The Light That Is Only Mine

My time on this earth is brief,
like a quiet flame trying to glow before night takes the sky.
So I whisper to my heart,
I cannot live a story where my own soul doesn’t fly.

I choose the path that calls my name,
like a river that knows its way even through stone and rain.
This life is my one small miracle—
and I refuse to spend it inside another person’s chain.

Even the stars above remind me,
each one shining in its own shape, never copying the next.
And I am the same—
a single light meant to burn in my own gentle context.

So I rise each day with a quiet vow,
to live the life my spirit was born to get.
For my time is limited, yes—
and I won’t waste a heartbeat living someone else’s sunset.