BRAVE

Brave.

I wear it like my fathers coat,

Just a little kid playing dress up, drowning in too much fabric

It floats off my tongue like a kindergarten giggle

Rosy cheeked and twiddling thumbs

Too shy to look it straight on

Brave.

I hold a magnifying glass to its detail,

Wondering if it does the same to me

It parades through the streets, I look back watching it awe

Memorizing it's march

I trip over looking back

Brave.

I squint my eyes, hold it up to the sun,

It is not see through anymore