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What is it to be brave?

What quality does it demand?

Fierce strength or well witted mind?

Fast moving hands or a well steeled heart?

Fluidity of spirit or a well souls steeped in fortitude and longing

Ferocious faith and doubtless minds

Unshaken heels, steady hands, and observant eyes?

What quality? I ask.

Where do I start?

How do I show them even

I am afraid but doing it anyway?

Is this being brave?

Maybe it is.


this alone

this tickity tackity on the keyboard

free writing boldly not knowing going

across a white screen

and texting on the phone to faces unseen

maybe loving a friend in need

or stepping up to take the heat

when the wounded fall

so quick at feet

or maybe it is a comment, a post

a tweet

something fiercely defending or

maybe just sweet despite knowing

just how it will be received.

Maybe bravery has no features

Maybe it is as visage-less as the ocean in a storm

light as a bee’s wings flight in morn

Maybe it is as heavy as the clouds upon the sky

or bold as the sigh from my lover at night

maybe bravery is simply this:

acknowledging a need to protect or march on

and despite all the crap

and the haters, the monsters that yell scream and

tear at


that we step up

step out

step over and push on



and carry on

our shoulders

the ones who need us too

the ones who need us too

need me

need him

need her


need you


Maybe this is bravery.