For all those suffering with chronic pain! Many blessings and energy to free you from your pain!
She wakes in silence, morning’s breath a blade,
The light cuts through, but never lifts the shade.
Her bones a chorus humming low with grief,
No touch brings comfort, no pause, no relief.
A smile she wears like armor, worn yet brave,
Each step a war cry rising from her cave.
She fights in stillness, battles wrapped in skin,
A war the world can’t see, but she won’t let win.
She moves through hours like storms through broken trees,
Fire down her back, the trembling in her knees.
The world says “strong,” not knowing what that means
To live each day among invisible machines.
Pain, her shadow — constant, cold, and near,
A whisper, a scream, a drip-fed fear.
But in her gaze, the fire doesn’t fade,
A soul still dancing though the body’s frayed.
No medals pinned, no crowd to hear her cries,
Just midnight ceilings and exhausted skies.
But still she rises, soft and battle-scarred,
A quiet warrior, breathing through the hard.
Let none mistake her silence for retreat —
She fights each moment just to stay on her feet.
And in that fight, though torn and worn within,
Lives the fiercest kind of heroine.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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