Poem: I Have Nothing More to Give

I Have Nothing More to Give

I have nothing more to give—
No song, no flame, no fight to live.
My hands are empty, heart run dry,
Even my tears forget to cry.

I’ve held the weight, I’ve borne the load,
I’ve walked alone each broken road.
I gave my all, and then gave more,
Till even hope fell through the floor.

The light I carried, once so wide,
Now flickers faintly deep inside.
A hollow shell, a whispered plea—
Is there still something left of me?

Don’t ask me now to rise or shine,
Or wear a mask and say, “I’m fine.”
The truth is raw, the edges real—
I’ve nothing left I dare to feel.

But maybe this is not the end,
Just where the edges start to bend.
A quiet place where rest begins,
Where healing waits beneath the skin.

Perhaps, in time, the cracks will mend.
The soul will stretch, the heart will bend.
For now, I’ll breathe, and just exist—
And let the darkness be what it is.

I have nothing more to give today—
But maybe less can be okay.
And in this still, depleted place,
I’ll make some room for quiet grace.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie