I no longer possess the strength,
My will has been denied.
Held captive by the grip of fear,
I’ve struggled in this never-ending pursuit.
Yet quiet voices rustle in the depths of my spirit.
A far-off resonance, a concealed aspiration.
I reach out for brightness in the midst of despair.
I need to save myself from impending disaster.
Pain is abundant on the journey back.
Every progress made feels like a link in a chain.
Yet, beneath the surface, a flame is ablaze.
My heart recognizes a glimmer of hope.
I collect fragments of broken self-esteem.
I’ll reveal everything, one fragment at a time.
Within my vulnerability lies great strength.
An unseen force, a concealed source.
Even if the skies are gray, I will rise once more.
Grasp the radiance of a pristine day.
Even in the face of trials and approaching darkness,
Despite the gloom, I’ll reclaim my power.
About the Creator
Brenda Fluharty
Brenda Marie Fluharty is a Spiritual Life Coach, a past-life therapist, energy healer, and author, with over 30 years experience in spiritual healing practices.
Author of "Rise Above: A Seven-Day Journey to Overcoming Self-Sabotage"
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Comments (5)
Ooh, this is so inspiring. I love the idea of reclaiming those fragments.
Dear Brenda - We all reclaim our power in our own way - It's all in our 'tude..! Strenght to you, j.in.l.a.
This was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!
Very empowering, Brenda. Well written.
And all of us should reclaim power lost, Brenda. Well said.