Brave Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I need to gather all my courage, extracting a lot from past times its growing roots, giving me at least a counter-assuring chance to battle, the ability to fight back.

I want to be brave, even though fear has sunk deep within me; find some relief parting from my amounting fears: hoping someone will give me a weapon, so that I can fight back a little.

My dreams and hopes in life were all shattered; torn being served a different dish, upon a larger plate, choking on its substance, too much to eat.

I'm torn and fully divided inside; seeing no escape from this pain or an out, given no comfort and relief; leaving me trusting solely in a right from above.

I'm found to be very defenseless; seemingly accumulating scars each day: being thankful I'm still living l, the best gift of the day.

Yet, I must be brave, fighting my best fight; beholding no help or assistance coming my way: doing my greatest, although these endeavors are frightening to me.