Bravery
Being brave isn’t what it looks like.
The cliche of it being something you are scared of.
But how do you feel when you
end up battling yourself?
Nothing is scarier knowing when you
are your own worse enemy.
Looking at the only assassin
who bares your own hands,
choking the last breath of hope
you have for yourself and the miserable life that is born.
Bravery against this fear
plants a seed in the cracks
of the broken man’s soul.
Allowing the imperfection to
bloom into a shining and radiant hope.
With this bravery,
I can try and live again.
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