Poem: Break Free

Chains of silence, cold and tight,
Wrapped in shadows, veiled in night,
We wear the masks they say to wear,
And carry weights we shouldn’t bear.

But deep within, a whisper grows,
A spark beneath the winter snows,
A voice that trembles, raw and true—
A fire waiting to break through.

No more bowing to the tide,
No more running just to hide,
This soul was made for sky and sea,
For open roads and daring free.

Let fear be dust beneath our feet,
Let courage pulse in every beat,
The walls they built can’t hold our flame—
We rise, we burn, we shed the name.

So rip the script they wrote in stone,
Claim the dream that feels like home,
You are not your cage or key—
You were born to break free.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie