Poem: Cut Through the Fear

Cut through the fear like a blade through mist,
With steady hand and a clenched-up fist.
Let doubt fall silent, stripped of might—
You are the flame that claims the night.

Fear is a whisper, thin and sly,
A shadow cast across the sky.
But truth walks taller, heart held high,
And wings are born when you dare to try.

Cut through the fear, don’t wait your turn—
Let every trembling moment burn.
There’s power in a step unsure,
And strength in rising once more, pure.

The voice inside that says “you can’t”—
Is only fear in a stubborn chant.
So speak your name, and break that chain—
There’s lightning pulsing in your vein.

You don’t need armor, don’t need grace—
Just grit and fire in your face.
Cut through the fear—it cannot stay—
When you decide to lead the way.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie