Sanctuary [Poetry]

02-27-2020

I can only be brave when my eyes are close, or when my mouth refuse to utter a single word. In short, I can only be brave in hiding, in thinking of ways to escape.
Bravery is when I don't need to explain things that I can only feel but couldn't verbally express. Bravery is that fixed resolution of faking my smiles or the way I say I'm fine.
Bravery is the mere act of cowardice, a simple solution of overcoming depression by making a fool out of myself, of everyone—that everything's fine.
But bravery is a traitor you'll never know until it's too late to recognize.