Poem: Walk Your Own Path

Walk your own path of light,
even when the road bends into shadow—
even when voices gather like fog
and try to name your direction for you.

There is a quiet compass in your chest,
a steady pulse that does not shout
but hums—soft, certain—
whenever you are near what is true.

Follow that.

Not the footprints worn deep
by those who feared the dark,
not the bright noise of crowded avenues
where dreams are traded for approval—
but the narrow, flickering trail
that feels like both risk and home.

You were not made to echo.
You were made to arrive—
in your own time,
in your own shape of becoming.

And yes, there will be nights
when your light feels small,
when doubt leans close and whispers
that you are lost.

You are not lost.

A single flame still breaks the dark.
A single step still becomes a journey.

So walk—
with courage stitched into your breath,
with wonder tucked beneath your ribs,
with the stubborn belief
that your light, however fragile,
is enough to lead you forward.

And one day, without realizing when,
you will look behind you
and see a glowing trail—
not borrowed, not given,
but made—
entirely—by you.

Thank-you for reading.

Brenda Marie