courage is not a gentle breeze
it does not arrive without weight
a beast that howls at midnight
demanding more than you can give
it strips comfort from your back
lays bare the tender skin of doubt
fear whispers sweet lies in your ear
stay here where it is safe
but safety is a cage of rust
freedom costs the sword of choice
and though your hands may tremble
you raise them for the fight
to stand ground is to lose ease
to choose truth over fleeting peace
it is the sacrifice that breaks
what binds you to the shadows
this is how the soul is built
not by avoiding the storm
but by charging headfirst through
wearing wounds like jewelry.
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Author:
gray0328 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm 6yrs sober today and also 69yrs old. Filled with gratitude 😀☺️
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Here here Gray a lovely poem that tells it as it is. Fear must be conquered by facing it. It is not that the brave do not fear it is though their fear that they face that they are called brave.
Thank You Soren
Most welcome Gray
Like "wearing wounds like jewelry". Kudos to you for the courage it takes to achieve sobriety.
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