Beneath the noise, beyond the pain,
Where quiet falls like gentle rain,
A flicker waits, a steady spark—
A soul once bruised, now leaves the dark.
It doesn’t roar, it doesn’t shout,
But grows in silence, working out
The grief, the weight, the tired fight—
It learns to breathe, it finds the light.
The tears may come, and that’s okay,
They wash the jagged hurt away.
Each scar a map, a line once drawn—
Not signs of loss, but roads gone on.
The heart that broke now beats anew,
Not as it was—but strong, and true.
And from the cracks, the roots arise—
A garden blooms behind the eyes.
No need to rush, no need to hide,
The soul will heal with time and tide.
So hold yourself the way you’d hold
A child in storm—calm, brave, and bold.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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