Bravery Poem

Bravery poem

My bravery is made from-
a sword’s sheath ready to aim,
the footstep’s of the teacher ready
for the new school day, the sun ready
to show its self after the moon’s encore.

My bravery is found thriving under the floorboards
of a soldier’s home, shining in the foxes heart and
booming in the author’s creative mind.

It can find the wimps among the brave,
the scared among the tough and the
weary among the heroic.

If I lost this bravery, nothing would be the same,
no one could console conflict. Everyone would be
living in times of badness…

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