i found cowardice i am afraid to act. i am afraid to move forward and i am a coward. i am a coward because i want to be still and have this moment. i know that even if i hold on with all my might--like all the rest i'll submit to time's theivery. i am a coward because i don't run to my death. because i didn't let time wear me down to my knees--because when i die, i'll be on my feet. i'm a coward--not because i'm different but because i'm the same. i'm a coward because i accept my fear, and because i see no fight in denial. yes, i'd rather live for cowardice than die for bravery. i'd rather live without the idyll my heart longs for than die taking my beliefs to the grave. maybe it's because i've climbed my peak and fallen off-- maybe one is most willing to throw away life when one is most full of life i'm having enough trouble holding on to God-- now i'm supposed to fight for a Golden Age i've never seen, touched, tasted? my friends try to teach me about morality-- each in their own ways nora with islam, sara with kant, rehaam with respect for the self my friends haven't lived long enough. my friends push forward but i hold back i'm greedy the best i can be does not exist in a world that's getting better the world is learning to die like everyone else from her very first breath only now she's realized that every step forward has taken from her inherent perfection she was taught to believe inadequate or immoral or cowardly or backward i grew up being pushed to the afterlife because sometime somewhere somehow, it became wrong to do nothing more than be |