I am not brave like in the movies.
My fight sings like surrender
but I swear if you look closely,
there are bullets in my teeth.
My fingers are shaking
but my feet won’t stop
dragging themselves forward
and it’s slow
but we’re moving.
I am not brave like in my dreams.
I haven’t yet learned to stand up tall
but if my spine is stacked
anything like my mother’s
then that day will come.
So maybe I am the trembling kind of brave.
Think leaves in autumn dancing on branches.
Think wind whistling between cracked ribs.
Think held breath passing a graveyard.
Think a hero’s heart.
Think a poet’s angst.
Think a father’s fear.
I am not brave like in books
but maybe bravery is
maybe it’s all of that
and putting one foot in front of the other anyway.
Fortesa Latifi - I am the trembling kind of brave
The next time you feel you have to defend something about yourself, ask yourself, why am I feeling I must defend this? Be willing to let your heart and wisdom smile upon people, sending them your love and acceptance. Do not feel you must say anything. Be who you are. Do not try to be perfect all the time.
Orin (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful. I’m not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.
Warsan Shire (via china-rose)