The Joy of Being the Real You
There’s a quiet kind of magic
in the moment you decide
to stop folding yourself smaller
just to fit someone else’s eyes.
A softness starts to open,
like a window letting through
the sunlight you once hid from—
the warmth of being you.
No masks, no shrinking shadows,
no fear of being seen;
your truth becomes your lantern,
your heart becomes your queen.
And though the world may question
the shape of your bright soul,
you rise in gentle glory
as you start to feel whole.
For joy is not a finish line,
nor a prize you must pursue—
it blooms the day you honor
the quiet truth of you.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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