I am not stone,
I do not stay.
I shift like tides
at break of day.
A whisper now,
a roaring flame—
never twice
the very same.
I dance with storms,
I speak in sparks,
I leave my name
on question marks.
No script defines
the path I take,
I bend, I break—
then re-remake.
I’m pulse and push,
a restless tide,
forever moving
from inside.
Call me chaos,
call me free,
the world turns once—
and so do we.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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