Poem: Healing After the Silent War

Healing After the Silent War

The battle fought within the mind,
A war of whispers, undefined.
No sword was drawn, no cries were heard,
Yet in the silence, pain occurred.

The scars were hidden, deep inside,
A battlefield where shadows hide.
But time, a healer, soft and slow,
Begins to mend what none could know.

The dust of war begins to fade,
As healing hands, through tears, are made.
Each wound, a story left untold,
Now finds the warmth, the light, the gold.

The quiet ache that once was loud
Turns into strength, a rising crowd.
With every step, a piece of peace
Unravels from the war’s release.

The mind now calm, the heart now free,
I rise from ruins, stronger, me.
The silent war has lost its grip,
And healing flows in every sip.

In quiet moments, I now stand,
A warrior with open hands—
The scars remain, but they don’t bind,
For peace is what I’ve come to find.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty