In the hush between the heartbeat’s cry,
Where shadows stretch and questions lie,
A whisper calls through trembling air—
Not to run, but simply bear.
Fear, the ghost with many names,
It builds its walls, it plays its games.
But even stone can break and fall
When love and light begin to call.
Breathe—though chest is tight with doubt,
Let the aching silence shout.
What you face is not the end,
But the start of where you bend—
And rise again, with wiser eyes,
That have looked through stormy skies.
Hold your fear—not like a chain,
But as a child who knows your name.
It only begs to be embraced,
Not fought, not fled, not pushed or chased.
Softly say: “I see you here.
I will walk with you, my fear.”
And in that grace, it starts to fade—
A shadow kissed by light you made.
So heal the fear—not by escape,
But shaping it to gentler shape.
A wound once feared can teach you true:
The strongest soul still trembles too.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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