In This Light

When the World Stood Still Just Long Enough

Before the world labels her, before time asks her to rush—she pauses. And in that pause, she realizes: this moment is hers.

I caught my face in the window glass,

Sun spilling through like summer’s past.

The way it kissed my cheekbone curve—

Even the breeze forgot its nerve.

These days don’t last, they never do,

But I’m here now, and all feels true—

The hush of awe, the bold delight,

Of simply living in this light.

I laughed today, and it rang so clear,

Like wind chimes only hearts could hear.

No one told me I would bloom

So wildly in my own perfume.

I danced alone, heels in the grass,

A spark of mischief in my face.

They may not see, but I can tell:

I’m beautiful, and I wear it well.

I’m not the girl who waits or pleads,

I’m the sky that feeds the seeds.

And when they ask what made me shine—

It’s knowing this glow was always mine.

So if I fade, as all things do,

Like petals kissed by morning dew,

Let this remain—my dusk, my youth,

A fleeting poem, but all of it truth.