Poem: Through the Chaos

I walk through fire, not untouched,
But burning less with every gust.
The world unravels, thread by thread—
Still, I rise, though hope feels dead.

Sirens scream and towers shake,
Dreams collapse, and hearts may break.
Yet in the rubble, faint and small,
A single breath can rise from all.

Chaos is a ruthless tide,
It tears the soul, it stirs the pride.
But somewhere in the storm’s loud cry,
I learn to stand, I learn to try.

The sky may fall, the ground may split,
But still, my spirit will not quit.
I gather light from shattered glass,
And make a path where none could pass.

I do not seek a world pristine,
But strength within the in-between—
In every fall, in every scar,
I find out more of who we are.

So let it come — the crash, the roar,
I’ve faced it all, and still want more.
Not of the pain, but of the flame—
The proof that I remain the same.

Alive.
Awake.
Unbowed, I stay—
Still building peace from disarray.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie