Bravery
Bravery.
One simple word.
A simple word with so much meaning behind it.
Bravery.
Asking that girl I like to homecoming.
Bravery.
Talking about my past trauma.
Bravery.
Coming to school everyday even when I felt like dying.
Bravery.
Putting that blade back where it came from unused, without a scar on my wrist.
Bravery.
Cowardice.
I used to think that was me.
Cowardice.
I fled from fear.
Cowardice.
I hid behind a mask.
Cowardice.
I never said a word.
Cowardice.
But
one day.
december 15th 2014
A sudden realization slamed on my notebook as word flowed from the pen in my hand of their own mind and accord of who I am.
Beautiful. Kind. Funny. Caring. Loving. Smart.
Who I am.
I was never a coward.
Who am I?
Brave.
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