Poem: Rekindle the Fire

When the quiet settles heavy on your chest
And the days feel like dim corridors of gray,
Remember—
Your soul was not born to flicker out.

Beneath the ash of doubt and weary hours
A coal still breathes, patient and warm,
Waiting only for the courage
Of a single breath of hope.

Gather the scattered sparks—
A dream you left behind,
A song you once believed in,
The small bravery of trying again.

Feed the flame with stubborn light:
With wonder at the morning sky,
With kindness given freely,
With the wild act of beginning.

Slowly, softly, it will rise—
A glow, then a blaze,
Until your spirit stands again
Like a torch against the dark.

And you will remember
What the night tried to make you forget:

Fire does not die easily
In a soul that was made to burn.

Thank-you for reading,

Brenda Marie