the leaving and elusive bravery

Sometimes I wonder about the brave gig. On most days, I think I might be a good friend of brave and then I write.

When I come to make words, then brave quietly slips out the back door like an elusive snake slithering back to the bush.

And what is five minutes, 5 measly minutes of brave?

So I came here to dash out my brave words, only to falter on them. I don't know if I'm living it all the right way, so I wonder of that too. A mom who has one of those daughters, the kind that doesn't talk to you and I think, it's because I am not brave.

But really, I'm just weary of conflict.

And my heart hurts like a silent bleeding from it all.

So I think of brave again and how it'd look.

Brave might go along as loving, again and again, despite the pain.



Shared at Lisa-Jo's "Five Minute Friday" on Brave.