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Friday, 29 May 2015
On Courage
Another poem today.
Courage
"Have courage, my dear. Have courage, be brave;"
Words that slip into our psyches from childhood.
Through Disney films and fairytales
And scraped knees in the playground.
"Be brave, be a big girl for me, won’t you."
Fear, fear of the dark
And of monsters under the bed, or in our head.
Scared of characters from books
And dirty looks
From the coolest girl at school.
My sister hated dogs, I ran from clowns.
Still avoid the circus.
I am a big girl now, not scraped my knee in years.
But I’m less brave than I ever was, I think.
Scared of failure, rejection, not knowing what I want.
I run from confrontation, from an altercation.
From dates.
I am scared to feel awkward.
I’d say,
I don’t think I’m brave in any way.
Courage is a word I long for, a lion’s heart.
It’s easier for me to write my deepest thoughts online
Than it is to ask for what I want from someone.
Still scared of the dark and the monsters in my head.
Though unless you live where you fight daily for basic human rights,
Where your fears are hunger, violence, lack of freedom,
Unless you live this.
Unless your life is an extreme obstacle race.
Then facing ourselves is the biggest fear we ever face.
Have courage, my dear. Have courage, be brave;
Walk into the dark and see what’s there,
And love it.
That’s courage.
#The100DayProject, #100Daysof Writing, Day 14
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