
When shadows whisper in your ear,
And doubt becomes the voice you hear,
Stand tall—don’t bow to borrowed lies,
There’s a fire still behind your eyes.
Fear may knock with thunder’s might,
But storms will pass, and so will night.
You are not the weight you bear,
But all the strength that brought you there.
The mountain’s steep, the wind is loud,
But you were never meant the crowd—
You were born to climb, to strive,
To feel your heartbeat come alive.
Let courage be your steady flame,
Each scar a badge, not one of shame.
You rise not when the path is clear,
But when you walk through every fear.
So take the step, embrace the fight,
Your wings unfold in darkest night.
Above the doubt, beyond the pain—
You rise, and find yourself again.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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Very inspiring!
Thank-you
This is absolutely **stirring** Brenda !! a battle cry for the soul! Your words weave resilience into poetry, turning struggle into strength and fear into fuel. The imagery of fire, storms, and unfolding wings makes the journey feel both epic and intimate. A powerful reminder that our scars are proof of survival, not shame. **Bravo!** ✨🔥 *Keep rising.*
Thank-you so much
Thank-you so much