A world of color: A Light to Go On

This time, there’s no noise, no rush, 
it feels more like a pause.
A quiet moment to stand still and look
at the path I’ve walked,
at what has faded,
and what still remains, soft, dim, but present. This small candle is more than a celebration to me,
it’s a sign.
That even within all this heaviness,
a simple light can still be held. Wishes aren’t spoken out loud this time,
they’re quieter,
almost silent.
But they exist. Maybe this year,
birthday means just this:
that I can still hold
a small light in my hands,
and keep it from going out. Sama 💜