I’d like to be a bit more brave
Because bravery means strength
And I’m not quite that athletic picture
As I redo my tie in the school change room mirror

I stare at my lanky limbs, my sticky palms
Tatty sneakers and beetroot face
Sweaty threads of hair stuck to the back of my neck
And I remember my old neighbour

An old man, scared of the dark
Who handed out glow sticks to those he loved
Just in case someone else
Was scared too

Maybe bravery is not about my untoned arms
Maybe I should still stand at the front despite the laughs
Like that old man who did so just in case
Someone else was afraid too