Not the absence of fear, but the will to face it,
A heart that beats with purpose, unyielding, unafraid.
To stand tall in the storm, when shadows threaten to chase it,
To speak truth, though the world might scorn, and judgment be laid.
It's not a roar, a mighty voice, a battle cry's call,
But the whisper of courage, in the silence of the night.
The steady hand that reaches, to lift the fallen, to stand tall,
The gentle touch of kindness, that sets the world aright.
Bravery's not a shield, it's the vulnerability shown,
A soul laid bare, a vulnerability owned.
It's the leap of faith, into the unknown, a journey begun,
The strength to forgive, the wounds that have been sown.
So when you face your demons, and the fear tries to seize,
Remember the whisper of courage, that lives inside your soul.
For true bravery is not the absence of a trembling, but a knowing peace,
And the unwavering will, to make your story whole.