Poem: Mirror of the Soul

In silence sits the weary heart,
A canvas torn, yet still a part
Of all that breathes and dares to mend—
Not every break means bitter end.

Each shadow cast, a tale once told,
In whispered grief or courage bold.
But hush, dear soul, and gently see
The light you’ve wrapped in secrecy.

Not flawed, but formed by storm and flame,
You wear your scars without a name.
Yet underneath, a gleam remains,
Unmoved by loss, untouched by chains.

The mirror calls—come close, be still,
Let go the weight of borrowed will.
It holds your gaze, your depth, your grace,
The stars aligned upon your face.

In the mirror of your soul, see the divine—
Soft, unbroken, perfect as the stars align.

So speak your name with love aloud,
No need to fear, no need to bow.
For healing lives where truth is known:
That you were always whole, alone.

Let kindness bloom from wounds once deep,
And cradle all you used to weep.
Not to forget, but to reclaim—
Each hurt a note in your true name.

The road is long, but not in vain;
With self-embrace comes sweet refrain.
And every time you dare to see,
You set another sorrow free.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie