Radiant Resilience

I move through the world like I carry a spark, a fire I wear on my sleeve. I’ll share my light for anyone brave enough to see it. I’m not afraid to show the raw parts of me, to throw my heart out there and let the world decide if they’ll catch it or turn away. But with that kind of openness, comes a need to guard my peace. I’ve learned the hard way that I can’t sell my soul. No price, no person, no compromise is worth that. Life? It’s a rhythm I’m still figuring out. Sometimes I catch the beat, other times I’m just trying to keep up, searching for where I fit in all this chaos.

I often feel like I’m out of place surrounded by people with no soul or those too stuck to grow. So where do I belong? Not among the machines stuck on repeat. I don’t belong at a table with those who can’t see the beauty in creation, who can’t feel the magic of believing in something beyond mere survival.

I’m somewhere in between looking for those who can hear the music over the noise. I’m at home with those who know life is meant to be fully lived, meant to be explored and created with every breath. To truly thrive, I’ve gotta stay true to who I am. Until I find my place, I’ll guard my peace with everything I’ve got, following my soul wherever it leads. I’ll make choices like happiness, forgiveness, grace, and self-love, even if they don’t please anyone else. My satisfaction? It doesn’t come from the hands, the mind, or the heart of anyone else. It’s eternal, always growing, and wide open to those brave enough to see it.

Life has been a dance with no rhythm, no steps, just the struggle to keep moving. Somehow, through it all, it’s forged a resilience in me that can't be broken.

Radiant Resilience
Shelly Ambrose

A fiery flame flickers free
Lighting the way for those who dare to see.
She holds a spark within this world,
A truth so raw, it won’t be hurled.

She’s not afraid to show what's real,
To flow and feel, her heart’s a wheel.
She guards every piece of her heart,
Protecting the peace that sets her apart.

She’s learned lessons the hard way,
No longer afraid to truthfully say:
“I won’t sell my soul—
Not for anyone, not for anything!”

She’ll find her path within her own two feet.
At times, she catches an unforgettable beat,
Other times, she stumbles, loses the count,
Remembering life’s rhythms still unfolding.

Does she belong with those who’ve forgotten how to create,
Living each day like it’s too late?
Or does she belong where hope still gleams,
Waking from the numbness of forgotten dreams?

She only belongs with those who hear
The rhythm that keeps hope near,
A melody found beneath the noise,
Beyond the glow of lights and lies.

She knows life’s more than just getting by,
It’s about living, dreaming, and soaring high.
Embracing the journey she’s meant to roam,
She’ll forever follow her soul, calling it home.