Take your pain and turn it into power,
Like a storm that blooms in a midnight hour.
From broken hearts and shattered dreams,
Build a fortress from your silent screams.
Let the weight of sorrow shape your might,
Forge your strength in the darkest night.
Each tear that falls, each scar you bear,
Is fuel to rise, a force to dare.
The wounds you’ve suffered, the battles fought,
Are the seeds of resilience you’ve quietly sought.
No longer fragile, no longer small,
Take your pain and stand tall.
In the fire of hurt, find your blaze,
A phoenix rising from the haze.
The past may haunt, but it won’t define,
For you are the author of your own design.
Take your pain and turn it into power,
A bloom of courage in your finest hour.
Every struggle, every fight,
Lights the path to your own light.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
‘Brenda Marie
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