Brave
Remember when, in dreams,
you could run and run and run
and suddenly take flight,
hands wide and slicing through the sky,
lungs filling with sunshine?
And if you could,
wouldn’t you step outside now,
under the smudged charcoal sky,
get a running start and soar,
filling your lungs with stars?
Even in sleep,
you used to understand
what it means to be brave
and wildly hopeful.
And if you could,
wouldn’t you find
that wildly hopeful heart now,
and count the beats of its familiar song,
securing the strength to explore
all of the skies in this life?
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