Poem: Breaking Free of the Chaos

I walked through fire with shadows near,
A storm of voices in my ear—
The chaos roared, a wild tide,
But still, a whisper lived inside.

A whisper soft, yet fierce with flame,
That called me gently by my name.
“Remember,” it began to sing,
“You are not the storm—you are the wing.”

I bowed to fear, I danced with doubt,
Let silence scream, and rage pour out.
But in that noise, I found my ground—
A sacred pulse, a steady sound.

No longer will I wear the chain
Of guilt, of grief, of needless pain.
The noise may swirl, the world may spin,
But I have lit the light within.

Let the thunder crash, let the wild winds blow,
I bloom where only stillness grows.
From broken glass, I shape my crown—
A sovereign soul, not backing down.

So chaos, come. I will not flee.
I’ve found the storm was always me—
But now I steer, I choose the sea,
And in the eye, I rise. I’m free.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie