12 syllables per line.
How to Be Brave?
In every tick of the clock, new challenges knock
But am I courageous enough not to step back?
Am I weak, if I'm always eaten by my fears?
Am I sick, if in simple trials I cry tears?
Waiting for the heat to melt my fear and be drained.
Waiting for the hurricane to be drops of rain.
Can someone pick me up in this deep, gaping trap?
I'm stuck, can't get out, please help me to step up.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
