Unlace the chains you wear each day,
Those quiet doubts you never say.
The fears that whisper, you’re not enough,
The masks that make you act so tough.
Let go the weight upon your chest,
The need to always be the best.
Perfection is a heavy lie—
You were never meant to fly that high.
Take off the armor, worn and cracked,
The one you forged when love turned back.
It’s safe now, love, to feel the rain,
To dance with joy, to cry with pain.
The world won’t end if you let go,
If you say “yes,” or answer “no.”
Your truth is not a cage or wall—
It’s wings, it’s light, it’s your soul’s call.
So break the silence, sing your song,
You’ve held your breath for far too long.
You are not here to just survive—
You’re meant to live, to love, to thrive.
Set yourself free, unlock the door,
You’re not what hurt you anymore.
You are the flame, the wind, the sea—
You are your own permission to be.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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