Poem: Iron Will

Beneath the weight of storm and stone,
Where weaker hearts might break alone,
I plant my feet, I lift my chin—
The battle starts, I burn within.

The wind may howl, the night may freeze,
And doubt may whisper through the trees,
But I am forged in deeper fire—
A silent strength, a fixed desire.

No easy road, no softened path,
Just grit and scars and aftermath.
Yet still I rise, through pain and chill—
Unbroken by sheer force of will.

I bend like steel, not glass that shatters,
Through every blow, I learn what matters.
The world can press, but won’t consume—
My roots go deep, my will won’t doom.

Let others yield to fleeting fears,
To comfort’s lies or hollow cheers—
I chase the dawn, with calloused hands,
And build my fate where no one stands.

So write this truth in stone or flame:
No force can tame what I became.
Not chance, nor fate, nor time can kill
The fire borne of iron will.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie