Day 16 prompt: Write a brave poem
Often the line is hazy between
bravery and recklessness,
courage and stupidity.
Prompted to leap
into the darkness
I can not see bottom.
I stand trembling at the edge
unsure whether to retreat to what is safe
what is comfortable,
or step from the ledge into the unknown.
Maybe we don’t know
whether something is brave
until after we jump.
Perhaps even then we are not sure.
In truth, none of us knows
quite when or where we will land,
though we like to pretend otherwise.
I choose to breathe out a prayer
close my eyes
and fall headlong