GRIEF Poem: Brave, by Eileen Nittler

Why do you call me brave?
Why do you call me brave because I survived?
I haven’t many choices.
Do you mean
that:
I should not have?
that:
you could not have?
that:
something about me is different?
that:
you are worried about me?
that:
you are proud of me?
I am not brave.
I am almost nothing at all.

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