She is light -
not loud or blinding,
but steady,
warm,
the kind that stays
even when the sky is dark.

She carries goodness
in the things she does -
not for show,
but because it’s who she is.
Intentional.
Kind.
Quietly radiant.
It’s built into the way
she offers a glance,
a hand,
a word that feels like home.

There is intention in everything she touches -
not perfect,
but honest.
Hoping to leave things better
than she found them.

Some people burn bright and fade.
She glows
quietly,
consistently -
through storms,
through stillness,
through whatever the day asks of her.

She is light.
And the world is softer
because she’s in it.