bravery is not just going into war or running into a burning building.
bravery is also standing on a stage.
or giving up your sharps.
or eating in front of people.
bravery has many different forms.
I know I’ve said erasing it
Is not facing it
And that to face something takes bravery
Well, I’m done crying
And I’m sick of waiting
For something that will never happen
I’m sorry I missed you
And that I fell for
“unconditional” love provided
Through thick and thin
Until the final spin
When you split
Slowly but surely
You erased the happiness
The love we had
For one another
Slide it under the cover
To be buried with me
Now, it’s my turn
Never thought it'd come to this
So much for learning to trust
Instead ill learn to erase
And delete every last place
I secretly hold you in
I faced it
And I took the beating hard
While he ran
And left me standing
On a ledge looking up, praying
I’m done hurting
Done with thinking you won’t leave
That you couldn’t have left
So I’m going to block you
From my memories for a new
Day that I will get through
To each their own form of bravery
For though this life is an individual test
It is not a challenge of rivalry
All have their hardships
Struggles of pain and unfairness
Working to rise again once being tripped
Do not judge another by what is seen
For bravery is often quiet
Keeping hidden where they've been
There are struggles that you
Will never, ever know
That may be very real to those around you
From physical limitations and disabilities
To psychological pain and despair
Life shows us our certain mortality
The goal is to still appreciate the gift of life
And become a better person
Becoming refined through our strife
So at points when you're low
And especially at points when you're high
Never judge someone, for you never know
Someone you see could be fighting
The fight of their lifetime, so think
Before you assume it's weakness you're sighting
Their fight may have just begun
Or maybe it's been going and going
And they can't last, they're done
No one has the right to judge another's bravery
Standing in the eye of the storm
Whirlwind changes the landscape
People and places in the blink of an eye
Content to watch, mixed emotions appear
I'm happy with this sight
I'm happy with my place
At least I have been
But I'm thinking now
Just might be the perfect time
To step through the winds
I don't intend to be swept away
My eyes will betray me
But my feet will keep me grounded
My mind will keep me in one direction
I will cross through this storm
And emerge upon the other side
Changed, and in new lands
Cast your anchor, fall from the storm,
Walk with me
Things we lost in the fire,
Sometimes the things we loose while in battle are not physical things
But rather characters of ourselves
I lost my bravery
I used to be able to jump into anything with guns blazing
Yet today I cannot decide what's my next step
Because I lost my most prized possession
I lost my bravery
Bravery has always been my tool to make the most of my life
Never afraid to loose
Of everything I lost in the fire
I miss my bravery the most
Sing me a berceuse,
Sweet melody abound,
In your astral glow of your effusive vignette,
Play with your celesta sweet
beguiling with evocative speak
Turn with your astral glow
abound with pungent, redolent snow
and gaze at the symphony
Sing in sweet felicity
Joy you bring,
Asylum you bring,
None shall come,
but the brave warriors who
knock and question.
bravery isn't just limited to fighting dragons
or wearing that armour of yours
bravery isn't all about protesting what you believe in
or using your fists to do the explaining
it's you at 6 in the morning forcing yourself to get up
because you stayed up all night crying
it's when you try so hard to keep that untouched blade
that you always kept hidden from your parents
away from your skin
it's when you always try to think of "happy thoughts"
and fake your smiles;
although it's make believe, it's a sign you don't want to give up
it's when you feel all your bottled up emotions
rushing, begging to be felt by you
and yet you keep yourself from caving in completely
succumbing from your darkest fears
you always feel hopeless and alone,
but then here you are,
grasping for that minuscule light
you think you have given up completely,
and that your dreams died a long time ago
but when you listen closely,
your heart is still beating
isn't that a sign of hope?
you are fighting your own wars,
so never believe them when they call you
because you have your own battle scars as proof,
proof that you survive and still fighting
you are the hero(heroine) of your own story
so believe me when i tell you that
you are brave
i lack bravery, it seems.
to tell you what my silence means.
but with this writing i will always be
courageous and open with my feelings.
truth be told,
a light within me stops its beams
from bursting through
every time i think of you with her.
the image lingers and i wonder...
i'm nothing special.
those moments didn't mean anything.
you've been doing it with everyone else.
i'm still at peace, though.
i'm still not as afraid as i used to be.
i thank God i'm not as afraid as i used to be.
that summer. you tore my nerves in pieces.
i was in fear of not being able to tell my legs and my arms a part.
i was sinking. no one cared.
as much as i was hurting and sick,
it was game to those who were well and fair.
i'm stronger now. you won't do me the same.
i will be able to sleep at night and be comfortable with my
you can build up your ego all you want,
you can flirt with every woman in the room,
but you will not tear my nerves asunder
like you successfully did that summer.
my strength you will not remove.