Nothing to Fear

A week without pain is a weak to be bold.

And by bold

I don’t mean stupid.

I’m not talking about driving too fast

Climbing too high

Jumping too far.

I’m not talking about forgetting your mortality

I’m talking about remembering it.

All those things

You should

But never do.

Like calling your friend-turned-enemy

Speaking those sharp words “I’m sorry”

When they cannot cut your petty pride.

Like saying “I love you”

A moment of truth

Of vulnerability

Because what is the point of armor

When a sword is nothing to you?

And maybe

Just maybe

When the week is over

You won’t forget the wind on your skin

When there was no need to guard your fearsome heart.