I almost turned back around
mid-moving on and I almost
decided healing wasn’t worth it after all.
I almost pulled that small war out of the drain
I washed it down
just so I could have something
to fight for again.
It doesn’t work like that.
You can’t become brave just to decide
you weren’t made for it.
Because what else were you made for?
You loved someone until you weren’t
a coward anymore
and you never learned how to stop.
You danced at the wrong parties
and kissed mouths that couldn’t swallow
down your Friday night blues the right way.
You told forgiveness you were sorry,
and it never bothered calling back.
Maybe we were all made for more than this.
Maybe there’s still time to change the punchline
until it turns into one that won’t knock us down.
You’re nodding your head,
but you’re not changing your mind
the way you should be.
Here’s to a revolution.
May we be brave enough for it.
May it be ready for us.
Y.Z, quietly brave (via rustyvoices)
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver (via observando)