Chapter 17
Warmth I Make Myself
Clouds roll in and sun goes down, I kindle light from my own crown — make my heat, my golden glow, warm myself and mine below.
When sun retreats and grey skies stretch wide, and no soft hand comes to stay by my side — I gather every spark I’ve ever known, and kindle warmth from what I’ve made my own. My golden centre holds a quiet fire, fed by the hope that never did expire. I wrap myself in light I do not borrow, then share that glow with every bright tomorrow. No need to wait for heat from far away; I turn my own heart into a sun each day. It keeps me safe through cold and lonely nights, and feeds my little ones with gentle lights. I learned the hard way: if you want to shine, you build the flame and make the warmth all mine. Complete and glowing, steady, strong, and true — enough for me, and always enough for you.