Poem: Strength

In the heart of the storm, where shadows collide,
A force rises strong, from deep inside.
Through winds that howl and fires that rage,
We find our power, page by page.

The world may tremble, the earth may quake,
But we bend, we don’t break.
Each crack in the ground, each crack in the sky,
Is a reminder of why we still rise.

Chaos is the forge, the heat, the flame,
Where the soul is tempered and finds its name.
In the noise, in the mess, in the wild unknown,
We are shaped, we are grown.

Through the ruins, through the dust,
We walk with a fire, a fierce, bold trust.
For in the darkness, we find the light,
Our strength is born from the endless fight.

So let the storms come, let them roar,
We are the tide, we are the shore.
Through chaos, we learn, through fire, we stand,
For we are stronger than the shifting sands.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty