Poem: Close to the Heart

I keep a quiet place inside,
where the world steps softly,
where the loud things fade
and the small true things stay.

There lives the warmth
of people I’ve loved,
the echoes of moments
too fragile for photographs,
the hopes I mend
on quieter days.

And when life grows heavy,
I go there—
hands open, breath slow—
and remember
that even the softest parts of me
were made to survive.

Thank-you for reading.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie