Most of my life cemented in fear,
My heart ripped, my face stained with tears
Haunted and weak, devoid of courage.
Denial made me forget to feel rage
I was a victim, but I could not say
So I pretended what happened was okay.
Pretending every day things are okay.
But I struggled to cope, gripped with fear.
No one knew because I didn’t say.
People would run when they saw tears.
Conditioned to not know or feel rage,
So there’s no need to know about courage.
But I found great people possessed with courage.
These people lived life and made it okay.
They didn’t hide their pain or their rage,
And they didn’t embrace hate or fear.
The truly courageous can still shed tears,
They don’t run from what they must say.
I never thought I would have to say
The chapters of life had stripped me of courage.
Some say, courage is void of all tears.
Smother your feelings and it’ll be okay.
Don’t expose yourself, “pretend there’s no fear”.
So, I suffered silently and pretended I felt no rage.
But then my friend Strength, introduced me to Rage.
She said, “Don’t let Fear tell you what you can’t say!”
“And anyway, who the hell is this murderer called Fear?”
“Look, if we team up with Belief and Ms. Courage,
I bet we will meet Mr. Everything’s Okay!
And screw those instigators called Denial and Tears!”
It’s hard to believe in life while swimming in tears.
Estranged from Hope, afraid to feel, afraid to feel Rage.
But my gang Believe, helped me survive and come out okay.
No more pretending, no longer afraid to say,
‘It happened’, ‘I was a victim’, and now I have courage.
I showered in Hope, and I kicked out Fear.
No more pretending, and some more tears, but close behind is rage.
Believing everything’s okay, I can have my cry and my say.
I tat on strength, I puff on some courage, and I blow out fear.
