Brave
Young but filled with passion
Beautifully placed in this world,
Like a puzzle piece
Making the picture complete
A painting lays in solitude
incomplete of its beauty
Waiting for that last splash of colour
you never thought it needed
A dusty brown crayon
Left behind due to its color is all you need
So you see young girl
Get up from the ground
Mend the wounds you have
And continue walking forward
Never drop a tear
And never let anyone see you cry
Don’t you ever fear weakness
Don’t you ever fear pain
For those are the things that make you strong
Those are the things that make you brave.
Anthea Ghobede
Copyright © Anthea Ghobede | Year Posted 2016
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