Poem: “It’s Difficult to Move Forward”

It’s difficult to move forward
when the past still grips your hand,
when every step feels twice as hard
as others seem to stand.

It’s not the road that frightens you—
you’ve walked through worse before—
but something deep inside you sighs,
“I’m not so sure… not anymore.”

You carry things you cannot name,
regret like stones within your coat,
and dreams that once flew fast and high
now barely seem to float.

The world keeps whispering “Go on,”
but your feet don’t always hear.
And sometimes, even hope itself
can disappear in fear.

Yet still, the day breaks soft and slow,
the sky does not demand.
And forward isn’t always fast—
sometimes, it’s just a hand.

A breath. A blink. The tiniest turn.
A tear that’s finally cried.
And forward means you stayed alive
on one more weary ride.

So if you’re stuck, that’s still a place.
You’re not erased or wrong.
It’s difficult to move sometimes—
but still, you’re moving. Still, you’re strong.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie