Maybe I’m not really being brave by Peyton Emerson

Maybe I’m not really being brave   It’s easier to be brave for others Than it is for yourself. Why is it easy to do something you’re afraid of If someone else is involved in the result? If it’s for them instead?   Maybe it’s because suddenly the pressure isn’t on you. Instead, you’re just a vessel, A representative at the stand commanding attention their way, Able to be used by another fearful soul – no – By another fearful soul.   Perhaps it could be the human urge to act with a purpose And with less on the line for you It becomes an easy bravery.   But if it’s easy, Does it still count? If there’s nothing at risk, Is it still brave? Maybe. Maybe not.