No, I am not brave.Brave is: a rainbow umbrella burning through a sea of black coats and grey galoshes. Brave is the first frog-song of the year, Brave is my mother Brave is eating a sandwich and sleeping till you wake, is saying no to hands that grope, to fingers lunging for your hair is saying yes when you want YES. Brave is flight that remembers the fall. Brave is meeting your gaze.
Brave is saying I love you, and not looking back