Poem: What Now!

The storm has passed, the air is still,
The climb is done, we’ve reached the hill.
But silence rings where noise once grew—
What now, when there’s nothing to do?

The fight is over, hands unraised,
No more the fire, no more the blaze.
We stare ahead, the road unknown,
No map, no voice, no path we’ve shown.

What now? We ask the quiet sky,
No answers come, just clouds drift by.
Perhaps the question is the key—
To find what waits, not wait to see.

So take a step, though slow, unsure,
The only way is to endure.
What now? The world begins again,
In softer steps. In gentler when.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie