Be Brave

Sometimes I think

The scariest things I can think of

Already happened.

These little leaps of faith

This heart on my sleeve

These hands I hold

In these rooms

Of strangers who are me

Can only lead me out of this cave.

Together,

We’re brave.

During the healing process my small black heart morphed into a dark blue heart, incomplete in the middle. And I love it.

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