brave
in all of this
inside i tremble
and shake
please don't call me
good
with all of this
i curse
and rue the days
there will be a time
of calm and
beauty
where worry and
fear will be
a thing of the past
but some days
i can't see
the wiseness
in those words
sometimes
i can't see
the blueness of the sky
through all the clouds
sometimes
i can't be
who you all
want me to be
survivor
warrior
hero
soldier
all of these
are words
that put me
in a porcelain cage
far from
the reality of me
(done)
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