Is this what bravery feels like?
Crying in the middle stall of the Schönefeld airport
Missing you dearly and not regretting a moment, decision, or choice.
Is this what bravery feels like?
Life in two suitcases
One abused violin
and objects left behind never to be reclaimed.
Is this what bravery feels like?
Denying the handouts
Living in an abandoned warehouse
Sleeping on pallets
because your parents said,
“You chose to be that way.”
Is this what bravery feels like?
Ending a marriage of 20 years
To live in a one room apartment
Racking up debt from never having worked a day in your life
Children visiting every other weekend
Loving you, hating you, never understanding you.
Is this what bravery feels like?
Shaving your head to hide in a basement bar
With foreign tongues lapping your ear for language
As you drink piss tasting piña coladas.
Is this what bravery feels like?
Period sex and discarded tampons
Clots clambering down your leg
Wondering where all the bleeding was truly coming from.
Is this what bravery feels like?
Loving this
Hating this
Living this
Licking this
Just a little taste
And wondering
Is this what bravery feels like?
If everyone wrote poetry, would there still be an abyss between us?
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