No chain upon my weary soul,
No gate to block the sky—
I breathe the wind, I climb the stars,
And laugh as worlds pass by.
I owe no debt to fear or fate,
Nor bow to time or throne,
The road is mine, unmarked, unmade—
I walk it all alone.
No walls define where I begin,
No rules can hold me in;
I speak in thunder, dream in fire,
And wear the earth like skin.
I’ve kissed the void, I’ve danced with doubt,
Made peace with storm and sea,
And through it all, I found myself—
At last, I’m wild. I’m free.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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