Poem: “We All Get Stuck Sometimes”

We all get stuck sometimes—
in thought, in fear, in days that blur,
in webs we spun with hopes too high,
in silence we don’t dare disturb.

We stall mid-step, forget the way,
the road ahead a nameless fog.
The light we chased feels far, then gone,
and even breath can feel too long.

We all get stuck—it’s not just you—
in messy hearts, in tangled plans,
in holding on, or letting go,
in not quite knowing where we stand.

But still the world keeps turning slow,
and even stuck things start to shift.
A seed stays buried till it breaks,
then rises through the dirt it kissed.

So if you’re still, or lost, or low—
know this: you’re not alone in that.
We all get stuck. And then we grow.
No shame in pauses. Just come back.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie