Courage is for the weak,

affixed to the sticking place

secured by the brave.

Of this I am reminded

whenever you and I speak

or do not speak

as it seems

in this puddle of purgatory,

in which I’m found.

Brave red hair flailing

with patience failing

a wedge driven

between

us

by silence, your silence.

 

Courage is for the weak,

of this I am reminded

each time you fail to

 

Speak.

 

 

 

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