Battered bruised yet firm
Standing mid lion and fawn
The gutsy mother
He was nine months old
You have breast cancer, six months.
Twenty four years now.
Some say I’m brave for
living my truth. I fear that
I may be reckless.
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My feelings come out
Vulnerable and laid bare
Perhaps I need to summon the parts that are braveto meet you halfway
bumpy path leads home
letting go of shame and fear
In response to the Haiku This prompt “Brave”.
Courage is littlevictories, when you’re breathlessbut you keep breathing
Taunting words shouted
Crossing Edmund Pettus Bridge
Brave souls marched on