Be BraveA Poem by PoemsbyPatrick
My bravery at times,
Knows no bounds. It is without fear, That I go into the world. I rely on the security, Of my confidence and skill, The knowing of my standing, In the world of paupers and kings, And the love of those, That call me theirs. These are the good days, But they are challenged, By the pressures of the world, And the intent of those most vile. Sharp talons of the scavengers, Tear at the confidence of my soul, Ripping the flesh of my security, From the body of my bravery. My noble heart, Is rendered useless, By the onslaught, Of their mindless devouring. I fight with every ounce of courage, I steel myself against the horde, I think of those things dear to me, And hold fast to the shreds of bravery I can grasp. Through these bad days I endure, To rise again and gather myself, To once again stand tall in confidence, And hold aloft my bravery for the vultures to see. I am my own salvation, So taunt me vultures of the world, Rip from me my very being, But like the phoenix I shall rise, To smite you and survive.
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