I wake up
And put on
A variation
Of the boring outfit
I wear
Every single day. I wish
I were braver. I head downstairs
At 6:54,
The same time every day.
I wish I were braver.
It is fifth period and
I eat my granola bar,
The same kind
As yesterday. I wish
I were braver.
The instant I get home
I begin my homework, never
Putting it off
Until night.
My routine remains the same,
Never changing.
But, one day, I know
I’ll be braver.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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