Beneath the weight of silent tears,
A tender light begins to pierce—
A whisper soft, a sacred call,
To rise above, to heal it all.
The wounds that cut so deep inside,
Like shadows on a storm-tossed tide,
Begin to soften, slow to fade,
As dawn dissolves the night’s cascade.
In quiet moments, we unfold,
The hidden scars, the stories bold—
Not to forget, but to embrace,
The scars that time cannot erase.
For healing comes in gentle ways,
In listening to what the heart says:
That grief is but a passing guest,
A chance to learn, to love, to rest.
With every breath, the soul will grow,
Like rivers carving paths below—
Through rocky trials, through winds that roar,
It finds its peace, it finds its shore.
The journey isn’t one of speed,
But of the heart’s quiet need—
To know that even in the pain,
There’s light that rises once again.
And so we heal, with tender grace,
Not by forgetting, but by facing space—
Where tears are rivers, but love is the sky,
And we, the stars, that learn to fly.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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