the truth is
i am being brave
and it is killing me
i’m still going, somehow
though this world terrifies me
the thought of my demise
sends spiders scuttling
my bracelets are too big for my wrists
and my rings for my fingers
it’s been years since they fit
it’s been years
since i fit
and most days i can stomach it
but being brave
when you’re ready to cave
is an uneasy fate
it is june now
this is my last month
of being twenty
i remember being fifteen
and believing
i would not make it to twenty
and now
i am about to hold twenty one
with the knowledge
i will make it to twenty two
and more than that too
being brave
is exhausting me
but it is okay
it is what i was put here for
there have been times
i did not need to be brave
and i know
there will still be more.
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
perfect title for this poem, enjoyed
thank you!
you are most welcome
Bravery lies in doing what one has to do, in eating each day to have the strength to face it, in growing to be big enough to hold the weight. This poem speaks to me not of age but of life and we all feel it. A wonderful revelation.
thank you!
A lovely write of being ready to face the challanges of the world as and when they arise, relatable to so many, enjoyed the read
thank you!
You are very welcome
Nice one lunarchloe
Poignant
thank you!
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