Some call it, being a “Coward”.

Others call it, being afraid.

One feeling is shaken to the core.

The other struggles with being brave.

On the podium, reading lines.

Time stops, feelings shave.

Is it rain? Is it pain?

Suddenly you’re pushed back.

A gale force unmatched.

You couldn’t even look at him!

Are you a COWARD!? Not brave?

No, there’s fear in there too.

Shaken unable to shake back.

You were the sixth man.

It’s well known you could carry the weight.

Your souls burnt out.

All that remains a quarry.

Maybe.

Even the dead tell stories.