Beneath the layers, deep and frail,
Where whispered shadows softly wail,
A child cries in silent streams,
Lost in forgotten, broken dreams.
Yet through the cracks, the light slips in,
A gentle warmth beneath the skin,
To touch the places bruised and torn,
Where once the heart was worn and worn.
In tender hands, the past unwinds,
Untangling knots of troubled minds,
Each tear a thread, each scar a seam,
Stitched with love and gentle gleam.
For healing grows where truth is laid,
Where once was fear, now hope’s parade.
The child within, once bound by night,
Learns to dance in soft daylight.
No wound too deep, no scar too wide,
For love walks gently by your side.
And through the storms, the hurt, the ache,
A stronger soul will rise and wake.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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