Rise above the chaos—
not by silencing the storm,
but by learning its language.
Let the noise crash through you
like waves against stone,
each impact shaping, not shattering.
There is a quiet place
not far, not hidden—
it lives behind your breath,
between one thought and the next.
Climb there.
Where doubt loosens its grip,
where fear forgets your name,
where the sky inside you
stretches wider than the world.
The chaos will still roar below,
wild and relentless—
but you will not belong to it.
You will be the horizon
it cannot touch,
the stillness
it cannot break.
Thank-you for reading.
Brenda Marie
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This is stunning, Brenda. The way you turn chaos from something to escape into something to understand—and then transcend—is deeply powerful. “Learning its language” and “each impact shaping, not shattering” are lines that will stay with me. Thank you for this quiet masterpiece. 👏
Thank you so much for this—it truly means a lot to me. I’m especially moved that those lines resonated with you; they came from a place I didn’t fully understand until I tried to put it into words. The idea of not escaping chaos but listening to it, learning from it… that’s been a quiet shift for me, and I’m grateful it spoke to you too. Your reflection adds another layer of meaning to the piece, and I appreciate you taking the time to share it.