Poem: It Isn’t Easy

It isn’t easy,
carrying daylight in your pocket
when the world feels overcast,
trying to coax a spark
from matches gone damp.

It isn’t easy,
speaking gently to yourself
when your thoughts arrive
like uninvited storms,
loud and certain.

It isn’t easy,
holding the edges of hope
when they fray in your hands—
yet still you stitch them back,
thread by trembling thread.

But listen—
in the quiet between heartbeats
something small and stubborn glows:
a reminder that difficult
is not the same as impossible,
and rising isn’t simple—
but you do it anyway.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie