Bravery is Living

Something hurt.

Something hurt, and something broke, and something completely shattered.
I cut my hand on the shards, and I bandaged what had broken.

I had nothing for the hurt.

I read that there was no bravery in that.
But there was bravery in letting it go and saying goodbye.

Maybe I got confused in what hurt. Maybe I got confused on what to say goodbye to.

The words tattooed themselves onto my lips and those were the only words I ever got comfortable in saying.

I can let you go. I can move on. I can be alone.

So, here I am: alone.

But there’s no bravery in hurt.

So what can I say goodbye to?


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