My Own Light ®

It comes from all around
Sometimes moving w/out a sound.
I don't always see it but feel its warmth.
Making each day easier to carry forth.

I need not explain its meaning to my life.
It enables me to see past the strife.
Though it may grow a bit dim.
Certainly won't leave me on a whim.

Trying to find new meaning to an old word.
Never feeling as though it were absurd.
Now this truth is mine alright.
The sanctity of my own light.