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I yearn to be the light,

Residing within every heart,

Occupying every mind.

The one you turn to in pain, seeking solace,

The one you celebrate with in moments of joy.

I aim to be the light.

Though there are days when darkness engulfs me,

Days when nervousness shatters my serenity.

On those days, I may seek your radiance,

For you to be mine.


- S K

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