How do you rise with fire in your chest,
Chasing the sun with barely a rest?
Balancing burdens no one can see—
How do you carry the world so easily?
You answer the call before it rings,
Patch broken hearts with invisible strings.
You bend but never seem to break,
Giving more than you ever take.
Do you sleep on clouds or thorns?
Is your silence peace, or worn and torn?
Behind the smiles and every task,
Is there a soul too tired to ask?
The emails, the dinners, the dreams on hold—
You juggle it all with a grip so bold.
Is it magic, muscle, love, or will
That keeps you climbing every hill?
How do you do it, all that you do—
With storms in your path and skies never blue?
Whatever your secret, loud or small,
The world turns brighter because you do it all.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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