Your will is stronger than you think—
it wakes before courage does,
ties its shoes in the dark,
and walks anyway.
It bends, yes, but it does not break.
It learns the language of storms,
how to lean into the wind
without forgetting the sky.
When doubt crowds the room,
your will becomes a quiet chair,
waiting, steady,
holding the weight of you.
It remembers paths you’ve already crossed,
the miles your fear said were impossible,
the nights you survived
by becoming morning.
Your will is stronger than you think—
not loud, not flawless,
just faithful.
Still here. Still choosing.
Thank-you for reading.
Brenda Marie
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