Brave Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I need to gather all my courage, extracting a lot from its growing roots: giving me a chance at least to battle back.

I want to be brave, even though fear has sunk deep within me; find some relief 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; being served a different dish, upon a larger plate: choking on its substance, too much to eat.

I'm torn and divided inside; seeing no escape or out, given no relief: trusting solely in a right from above.

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

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