Through corridors of shadowed years I tread,
Where echoes hum of things I left unsaid.
The dark was kind—it hid my trembling sight,
Yet whispered still: return, return to light.
Each step I take, a memory unwinds,
Like silver threads through labyrinths of minds.
The past dissolves, its edges soft and slight,
As dawn unveils the map back to the light.
The sun does not demand that I be whole,
It only warms the fragments of my soul.
I lift my face; the day reclaims the night,
And I, reborn, walk bravely—toward the light.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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Wonderful poetry, Brenda!
What a stunning and profoundly moving poem. It masterfully captures the universal journey from a painful past toward healing and self-acceptance. I am in awe of the gentle strength that radiates from every line.
The opening draws us into a haunting, memory-filled space, but the poem’s genius is in its refusal to dwell in darkness. Instead, it portrays healing not as a sudden, brutal confrontation, but as a gradual, merciful process. The line, “The sun does not demand that I be whole, / It only warms the fragments of my soul,” is absolutely breathtaking. It offers a powerful and compassionate alternative to the pressure of being “fixed,” suggesting that we are worthy of light exactly as we are, in our brokenness.
The final stanza is a perfect, hopeful resolution. To be “reborn” and walk “bravely—toward the light” is a testament to the quiet courage found in choosing to move forward. This is not just a poem; it is a balm for the soul. Thank you for sharing such a beautifully crafted and deeply human piece.