Brave
Beneath the beauty of seashell eyes is a fable eft untold
Secrets, puckering at the seams
Of a worn-out lie
My worrying thought swim at the bottom of a waterless ocean
Burning from the harshness of the morning sun
Yet I mask these fears
And hide them in a pool of make-believe
While you are certain
I am braver than the boldness of the night sky
And happier than a girl after her first kiss
The drum of my feet flee to a forest of mystery
Silent whispers become an earful of noise
I remind myself
It's just the bones you're made of
That ache from a tired soul
As I piece myself together
I become an unwelcoming roar
In a crowd of mere silence