Brave is what I aspire to


falling short

I disappoint myself,

yet be forgiving

once I right my ship.

I want to open.

I always have.

Now I’m braver,

more willing to

walk into the arrows.

I don’t even know

who’s in there, inside

of me.

How I feel, what I


I didn’t want an

arrow through the

heart–surely a fatal


Knowing I could do

better & not,

explains some of the

hardness I suffered

at my own hands.

Not excusable, still.

There’s nowhere to run.

No where to hide.

I don’t even want

to try to pull the rip

cord anymore.

I’m willing to go

down with my ship

as a faithful captain.

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