I Carry My Own Light
On not waiting for permission to heal, shine, or be whole.
I don't wait for forgiveness to shine. I don't wait for permission to heal. I don't wait for others to name my worth. I carry my own light. Even when shadows press against me. Even when doubt tries to dim me. This light is not borrowed. It is not conditional. It is not fragile. It is the fire of survival. The glow of resilience. The spark of truth. And I will not hide it. Not again. Not ever.