brave

Brave

I am it because of existing.

I exist because of it.

However, I should not have to be it, to exist.

I exist because of me,

My life is beautiful because of the colours it lets me explore.

I could not shove a mountain hard enough, even if I wanted to.

The roots would stay the same, and so would every valley and canopy.

In deserted islands, do people resort to eating sand to say that they did something worthwhile?

It would be strange to believe in the brave as otherworldly

Remarkability is subjective

And so am I.

My ability to shake off the curtained lump of camel fat,

To awaken my own colours and breathe, unburdened,

SHOULD

NOT

BE

BRAVE.

I exist. And I am brave.

I am brave for exisisting in a world that does not want me to be brave,

That wastes it's energy on manufacturing posters to shoot from the sky

Instruction manuals weighted with harpoons

For the sky-whales we won't ever see.

Since they abandoned us,

Deemed us cowardly and greedy

So we must harpoon ourselves

Until someone declares they've had enough

And blows us up in a riveting display of fireworks + pastry paint.

I want to eat chocolate croissants while I explode

That shouldn't be brave, either.

I'll keep existing, though.

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