Lamaro
How often do you sit there,
Bloodless just bones,
The remains of everything you lost because you chose to just sit there,
Floating on an ocean while swaying to whichever direction the waves push you to, terrified but choosing to just abide there…
How often do you sit there,
Bloodless just bones,
Craving courage but daring not to bite it,
Because your heart is always falling out of your chest when you try to.
What would happen if you chose to jump and swim deep below the ocean?
But you always choose to just sit there and float, paralyzed, while swaying to whichever direction the waves push you to, terrified while your remains are being broken apart, ground and turned into dust.
How often do you sit there,
Bloodless just bones…
Enough! Rise up and alter the ocean.
And if your bones shake,
Ask me what courage looks like and I will show you how bloodless bones bleed,
When all you see is a drip of something unseen yet clearly visible.
Tell me what courage looks like and I will turn my blood into water to prove how water can be thicker than blood.
Try to hide from me what courage looks like and I will show you how to dive into an ocean and carve your name into the storm.
Show me what courage looks like and I will teach the ocean waves to bow and kneel at my command,
while there…
Not anywhere else but
Bouncing in the throat of the storm until it coughs my name.
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