Poem: Be Your Own Hero

In the quiet hour before the dawn,
When shadows stretch and hope feels gone,
Stand tall—though no one’s near to cheer—
You are the voice you need to hear.

No shining knight, no saving grace,
No hand to lift you from this place.
But deep within, a flame still glows,
A strength that only trials know.

Pick up your heart, though bruised and torn,
And wear your scars like medals won.
The battles fought, the tears you’ve shed,
Have built the spine you’ve now instead.

Don’t wait for fate to shift the sky,
Or destiny to pass you by.
You are the storm, the spark, the flame—
The author of your truest name.

Be fierce in doubt, be bold in fear,
Be your own compass, clear and near.
No cape required, no grand debut—
The hero that you seek… is you.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie