by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
I alternately feel brave
and cowardly
What strange and confused
creatures
Not knowing what
they’re made of
Knowing guilt
and worry
Thinking that fearless
is brave
and cowardice is fearful
And not seeing
that bravery
is the act of facing
fear
and not being fearful
of those things held dear.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016