I will be heard
Life's got me in a chokehold,
but it's not the same asphyxiation that I crave.
I loathe when pouring my heart out
is seen as "very brave"
When it's not bravery that compells me,
But hope. Hope for a better future for those who relate
And some kind of catharsis for my pain.
It does not take bravery to tell a story,
but bravery to be the one who lives through it.
Copyright © FJ Cartier | Year Posted 2025
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