I walk a road that only I can see,Not paved in stone, but memory.It shifts and bends with every choice I make,A living map of every step I take. Some days it climbs through light and open air,Where hope feels easy, weightless, almost prayer.Other days it narrows, rough with doubt,And I must learn what moving … Continue reading Poem: Walking Your Life Path

Being real is not a spotlight’s claim,Not polished words or perfect name.It’s showing up with edges still unfiled,A little weathered, honest, uncompiled. It’s speaking truth when silence would be ease,Or letting go of needing to appease.It’s standing barefoot in what you feel,No mask to soften what is real. It’s laughing when the timing isn’t right,Or … Continue reading Poem: Being Real

At the edge of a turning world, it begins—not with thunder, but a quiet shift in light.Morning stretches a little wider,breathing gold into corners once held by gray. The air feels different on your skin,like a promise you can’t quite name.Branches, once bare as whispered secrets,now hum with the courage of small green things. Footsteps … Continue reading Poem: New beginings

You learn the sound of your own footstepsas company on empty streets,the way your shadow stretches longerwhen no one else repeats your beat. Meals become small negotiationsbetween hunger and the will to try,and quiet rooms stop feeling silent—they start to feel like asking why. There’s no chorus to your mornings,no witness to your private wars,just … Continue reading Poem: Life

It sits where time forgets to pass,not loud like thunder, but a glassheld under skin—always half-full,always tipping, always dull. Morning doesn’t bring relief,just a change in shape for grief—a different angle, sharper line,a quieter way to not feel fine. It teaches maps the body makesthat no one else can read or trace,where rest is not … Continue reading Poem: Cronic Pain

There is a language the body speaksthat has no words,only pulses—sharp, dull, burning,a drumbeat you never asked to hear. It echoes through bone and breath,turns minutes into mountains,asks you to climb them barefootwith no summit in sight. And still—somewhere beneath the ache,your heart keeps a quieter rhythm.Not louder, not stronger,but stubborn. It says: stay. Stay … Continue reading Poem: Can’t take this Pain

Not all arrivals shout their name—Some bloom unnoticed, slight and brief:A blade of grass, a yellow flame,A trembling bud, a newborn leaf. But lean in close, and you will findA quiet brilliance taking place—Spring writes its wonders, line by line,In every overlooked space. Thank-you for reading. Brnda Marie

In the hush between two heartbeats,I misplaced my name—it slipped quietlyinto the echo of yours. Love was not gentle.It was a tide that didn’t ask,a gravity that bent my hourstoward your orbit. I wandered there—in the soft chaos of your laughter,in the quiet ache of your absence,in the way your shadowlingered longer than light. There … Continue reading Poem: The Power of Love

Two currents wandered, long apart—one spoke in flame, one breathed in tide,one carved the world with sharpened will,one held the dark where dreams reside. He moved like thunder through the bones,a voice that named, defined, declared;she drifted soft through hidden rooms,a pulse that felt, received, and cared. He was the edge, the rising sun,the hand … Continue reading Poem: Where Fire Marries the Sea