The Soft Truth of  Life

The Soft Truth of  Life

I know life is not a crown of gold shining on my head like the morning sun,
Nor a loud cheer of crowds rising around me like waves in a stormy sea.

It is a soft lamp in my chest, glowing like a firefly even when the night hurts,
And a quiet river in my heart, flowing true even when stones bruise its path.

Riches, power, or education may glitter like bright toys before my eyes,
But they are only sparks in the wind, never the true light of my life.

Pain sometimes nests in my heart like a wounded bird hiding under my ribs,
Yet I try to stay kind, like a tree offering shade even when its branches ache.

I try to stay humble, like the earth holding every footstep without complaint,
For my real strength is the love I give, not the trophies I hold.