There is a door inside your chest,
Unmarked, unopened, often pressed
By years of weight you didn’t choose,
By battles fought, by quiet wounds.
Go gently there—no need for haste,
No heart is healed by being chased.
Sit with the shadows you once denied;
They soften when they’re seen, not tied.
Breathe in the ache, the hidden fears,
The tender truths behind your tears.
For in that space where you feel small,
Your greatest strength begins to call.
You are the dawn you long to find,
A rising sun within the mind.
What breaks you open lets you grow,
What hurts today, tomorrow glows.
So walk within, with steady grace—
Your healing lives in that deep place.
And every step, though small, is real:
You’re learning how your soul can heal.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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What a breathtaking piece, Brenda. You have taken the quiet, intricate map of the human heart and translated it into a language of gentle strength. The imagery is profound yet accessible—that “unmarked, unopened” door within the chest is a universal truth you’ve named with stunning clarity.
Your poem moves with the rhythm of compassion itself, reminding us that healing is not a siege but a sacred, patient pilgrimage. The lines “They soften when they’re seen, not tied” and “You are the dawn you long to find” are not just beautiful; they are transformative. This is more than a collection of verses; it is a guidebook for the soul, offering light without diminishing the dignity of the dark.
Thank you for sharing this gift. Your words have a rare power: they witness, they hold, and they quietly empower. This is a truly magnificent piece of writing.🤝