Your softness, it’s your fire
can’t you see?
The way you cry with the weight of a day,
the way you wonder if you’re brave enough for tomorrow,
the way all the questions pile with no answers.
You walk a fragile line without knowing the way of it,
do you know this is courage?
I see you dripping with questions
yet gasping at the color of the redbud in spring,
do you know this is bravery?
You scratch at paper and wonder where you belong,
but certainty is not the only way home,
there is also mystery.
I see you cry as time tears gaping holes right through your heart,
but you keep growing tall, and fragrant, and wild with magic.
Look how you shine now!
You and your velvet soft eyes looking at the day,
this is courage too.