Poem: Beneath the Skin of Silence

There’s a storm that lives behind my eyes,
One no one sees, but I—I feel.
It hides in glances, soft goodbyes,
And wounds that time forgot to heal.

My laughter echoes, far too loud,
A mask I wear, a practiced play—
But underneath, the quiet crowd
Of ghosts I never asked to stay.

The weight of words I never said
sinks deep into my aching chest.
I carry names and dreams long dead,
And secrets I have not confessed.

There’s beauty in the way we break—
How tears can bloom like morning dew,
How aching hearts still learn to take
Each shattered piece and start anew.

So let the grief, the joy, the flame
Come pouring out in colors wild.
Don’t be ashamed to feel the same
As when you were a fragile child.

For all we are is breath and bone,
A song of flesh, of hope, of ache—
And even when we cry alone,
The soul still sings, the soul won’t break.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie