Brave

By Amabel Mortimer

What is brave?
What does it mean?
Smiling in the face of adversity?
Holding my head high?
Fearful to sigh?

I don’t feel brave,
I just feel lost,
Clutching at control
Uncertain….uncertain….
Choice has been taken,
Courage defied.

Persistence, defeat,
Heartbreak and pain,
Poisoning me again and again
If brave means alive,
then this I’ll accept.
But fear was my bedfellow,
together we wept.

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