I’m not brave so much as I appear
nor can put on a face when tears roll.
Heart wrenching it is the unknown fear
for misgivings deceive the poor soul.
But when fate flips the cards on the table-
it ends the drama of whimsical twirls.
Then some power makes me strong and able-
steers this mind-wheel of the emotional swirl.
The brave dare the anxieties of this play,
and they ebb not presaging the outcome.
The strong bear but find the will and a way-
unruffled they stand as others succumb.
I’m not brave because I lack courage.
But I’m getting stronger as I age.
