Poetry

Brave Hearts Unite

Your three words today are:
COURAGE
BRAVERY
SPIRIT

In a town where the brave hearts engage,
With courage that breaks every cage,
Their spirit shines bright,
In the darkest of night,
Together they write their own page.

MAD Missy 😠

6 thoughts on “Brave Hearts Unite”

  1. On Courage, Bravery, and Spirit (or the Fine Art of Stubborness)

    Courage isn’t charging in, sword raised,
    wind catching the hem of your coat like a theatrical flourish.
    Bravery isn’t standing tall, unshaken,
    when the world leans in with its full weight.

    No —
    it’s getting up when your knees protest,
    when your lungs argue back,
    when the kettle’s just out of reach and you weigh the odds of making it there
    without a detour via the floor.

    Spirit isn’t grand speeches,
    nor is it the glint in a hero’s eye —
    it’s the moment you bite your tongue instead of snapping,
    when someone offers advice you never asked for,
    (“Have you tried yoga?” “Just be positive!”)
    and instead of launching them into next week,
    you nod and say,
    “Aye, I’ll think about it.”

    It’s knowing when to fight
    and when to save your breath,
    when to lean in
    and when to lean back,
    when to stand your ground
    and when to let the fool dig their own hole.

    Because real courage is quiet,
    real bravery wears scuffed boots,
    real spirit is the kind that chuckles, shakes its head,
    and carries on anyway.

    Or have I misunderstood?
    Am I just defining…
    the fine art of stubborness?

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