Lent Poetry 28

all the things I've ever done
that could be called brave
were just something I had to do
there was nothing special
in my actions
I existed through
the terror and lived

I know
that there are times where
I need to do things,
that I need to help someone,
or just survive
even though I'm not quite sure
what to do

I always pray
each time I push through
the fear, anger, and terror
I've done what was right

I never feel brave
I'm just a human
existing