Poem: I Can Never Stop Being Me

I’ve tried to change, to shift, to bend,
To wear new masks, to play, pretend.
But in the mirror, clear and true,
There waits the self I always knew.

I’ve whispered lies to quiet doubt,
Tried shutting inner voices out,
But still they speak, and still they stay—
The echoes that won’t drift away.

I am the fire, I am the rain,
The joy, the grief, the love, the pain.
I am the questions still unasked,
The truth that hides behind each mask.

I grow, I fall, I rise, I flee—
But I can never not be me.
No matter where I choose to go,
The soul remains, the roots still grow.

So let me stumble, let me be
This mess, this spark, this mystery.
The world may shift, the tides may flee,
But I can never stop being me.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God. Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie