Brie Marie’s Poetry

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*New Poem* ~You Loved Me Until I Could Love Myself~Before you,I only knew how to survive myself—how to pick apart every ...
05/16/2026

*New Poem*

~You Loved Me Until I Could Love Myself~

Before you,
I only knew how to survive myself—
how to pick apart every flaw,
how to shrink in mirrors,
how to apologize for taking up space.

Then you loved me
like none of those things were true.

You look at me
like I am the most beautiful woman
you have ever seen,
and somehow, in your eyes,
I started believing it too.

You traced light
into all the places
I thought only deserved darkness.
You showed me softness
where I only knew pain.
You taught me that love
was never supposed to hurt.

And somehow,
without even trying,
you made me want to grow.
Not because you asked me to change,
but because being loved by you
made me remember
I was worth becoming better for.

You didn’t just love me—
you handed me back to myself.

No one has ever done that before.

No one has ever looked at me
and made me feel whole
instead of broken.
No one has ever loved me
so gently
that I finally learned
how to love myself too.

And that is why
I will hold onto you
with both hands and my whole heart.

Because you are not just the man I love—
you are the reason
I finally see my own worth.

03/04/2026

*Have You Ever Wanted to Disappear?*

Have you ever wanted to just disappear?
To run far away and feel no fear,
Hide from the weight of responsibility,
Lay down the burden the world gives to me?

It truly is an uphill climb both ways,
I try so hard, just barely get by most days.
As soon as I reach the top of the hill,
The ground gives out — I’m falling still.

I sit and question, what’s the point of life?
Why does it feel like endless strife?
I wish I didn’t have kids that needed me —
Because I’d already be gone, finally free.

Free from the ache, the constant pain,
Free from the loss, the pouring rain.
But I do have kids — sweet souls who need me,
Eyes that look up and still believe me.

And I fear what would happen if I wasn’t there
To guide them through a world unfair.
Yet sometimes I fear I can’t survive
This heavy world and still stay alive.

But for now I rise, though I feel undone,
Because I’m their mother — I’m the one.
So I’ll keep fighting, though I bleed,
Because my daughters are the reason I breathe.

12/21/2025

*New Poem*

~Both Things Can Be True~

I worry about Elizabeth—
her mind, her body,
the parts I can’t see
but feel every day.

I worry when Grace gets sick,
because sickness has a memory,
and mine remembers hospital lights
and waiting rooms that never sleep.

I worry about money,
about rent climbing higher
while I stand still,
about a car that asks for more
every time I think we’re okay.

I worry because I work overnight,
because exhaustion settles into my bones,
because burnout doesn’t announce itself—
it just shows up one morning
and refuses to leave.

I worry about finding the energy
to clean the school
so my children can stay,
about giving everything I have
and wondering how much is left.

And still—

I am grateful.

Grateful for a warm home
that holds us.
For food on the table,
clothes on growing bodies,
a car that still gets us there.

Grateful for work,
even when it drains me,
for a shift that lets me see my children’s faces
in the daylight.

Grateful for the chance
to work for their tuition,
for a community that shows up,
for family and friends who remind me
I am not invisible.

Grateful for a body
that keeps going,
for instincts that know when something is wrong,
for a children’s hospital only thirty miles away—
close enough to feel like mercy.

I am grateful that I have children
worth worrying about.

But gratitude doesn’t make the weight disappear.
It just teaches me how to carry it
without breaking.

I trust God.
And I am afraid.

Both things can be true.

I place my fear in His hands,
not because it’s easy,
but because I’m tired—
and because love
has already asked enough of me today.

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