We awake at dawn.
To sink or swim.

There's no point regretting something you've already done. It's in the past. Let it go. Continue on with life.

Only the brittle can be broken.

It is just my imagination that flies,
While she is wrapped up in her bedsheets
like a nest.

Where is my oasis? Too far from
here for me to crawl with these
dead legs, refusing to co-operate
Hands and fingers clawing uselessly
through the grains of sand...

Bravery is picking up a pen and writing. Bravery is gouging out words from inside you and then imprinting them on a page to make them permanent. Bravery is knowing they might not ever be read by anyone, that the art you leave behind, the contributions you make to the world, might never be known by anyone. Bravery is knowing all of that but doing it anyway.