Soft light spills on splintered glass,
it shimmers where your shadows pass.
A fragile glow, too bright, too near
a velvet lie that feeds on fear.
The frame is gold, the silence sings,
a poisoned crown of glittering things.
Linger there, and you will fall
into a slow, invisible wall.
So turn away from borrowed fire,
from painted dreams that never tire
the truest sun still waits for you
behind a veil of darker blue.
Your heart may ache, your hands may sway,
your breath may falter on the way,
but in that hush, so deep, so true,
a braver life will rise in you.
The world can wait beyond your flame
it does not own your fear or name.
Guard the spark you’ve always known,
your sacred heat, your quiet home.
Release the weight that scars your soul,
and let the stillness make you whole.