March 30, 2012
By Hyborian_Dog BRONZE, Brighton, Michigan
Hyborian_Dog BRONZE, Brighton, Michigan
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It wasn’t by my volition
That I came to do what I did.
I took upon myself the mission
But I would never lift the lid.
I’m simply not the type
Who would ever take a chance.
I can dream the dream of a better life
But I’d rather watch than dance the dance.
I know myself too well, you see,
A hundred times I’ve seen me stand.
I allow escape from impossibility
And every step I take I’ve planned.
So why, why would I take that leap?
The one I sneered and said I never could?
It was more of faith than of belief
Not so much knowledge as what I understood.
Ask me a week before, I’d have laughed at you.
And said I simply was not the type.
Maybe it was an act of heaven that pushed me through
Or maybe I was just sick to hell of being right.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem as part of a prompt given in my writer's group. I wasn't fully intending to read it, or even write it, I just put down what was in my head in the form of poetry, like I sometimes do when I'm journaling. The prompt was 'Bravery Is Going Into The Battle When You Know You're Going To Lose.'

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