There is no bravery in a gun.

Brave is saying no to the comfort that kills you.

There is no bravery in a fist.

Brave is singing Kumbaya softly to a screaming baby.

There is no bravery in a flag.

Brave is holding onto the air itself to stop yourself from falling into yourself.

There is no bravery in a crowd.

Brave is knowing who you are, even when everyone else doesn’t.

There is no bravery when it’s easy.

Brave is carrying on and on, and looking and finding all the angles and all the keys, and turning every single one.

There is no bravery in bright light.

Brave is fighting the sun itself for the right words to talk yourself off the ledge.

There is no bravery in hurt.

Your bravery is kneeling on the ground.

In the end, your bravery is living.

~ Iain S. Thomas