Brave Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I need to gather all my courage, extracting a lot from those past times growing roots, giving me at least a counter-assuring my chance to battle, promising a needed ability to fight back.


I want to be brave, even though fear has sunk deep within me; find some relief of parting from my amounting fears: hoping someone will give me a weapon, so that I can do war just a little.


My dreams plus my given hopes in life were all shattered, ripped apart, split up being completely under a different dish, upon a larger plate its presentation, choking on its tasty enriched elements and substance, too much to eat.


I'm torn and entirely divided inside; seeing no escape from this pain or an out, given no comfort and relief; leaving me trusting solely in a right from above.


I'm found to be very defenseless; thinking perhaps I should simply surrender, seemingly accumulating scars each day: being thankful I'm still living l, the best gift of the day.


Yet, I must be brave, fighting, putting in my best fight; beholding no help or any assistance coming my way soon: doing my greatest that I can, although the endeavors are frightening to me.