Poem: Strength I Didn’t Know I Had

I walked through fire I never saw,
Each step unsure, each breath in awe.
The world grew dark, the winds grew loud—
I bent beneath a breaking cloud.

But in the stillness, past the fear,
A voice, once faint, rang sharp and clear.
Not thunder’s call or lion’s cry,
But something small that would not die.

It wasn’t rage, it wasn’t pride—
Just stubborn hope that stayed inside.
A silent fight, a steady stand—
A trembling heart, a steady hand.

The days wore down, the nights were long,
But inch by inch, I found I’m strong.
Not in the way I once believed—
But in the way I rose, deceived

By doubt that whispered, “You won’t last,”
Yet here I am, the storm now passed.
And looking back, I see the thread
Of strength I never knew I had.

Not loud, not bright—but deep and true,
The kind that carries you straight through.
A quiet fire, a steady breath—
A will that walked me back from death.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie