Be brave,

She who had called me her little sun and left,

With only those two words;

Be brave.

The war still rages, mother,

The tides still batter,

I wish could be the little sun,

But I’m afraid my light is shattered.

Be brave,

The words replay in my mind,

Every day, every hour, every second;

Be brave.

I miss you, mother

Sometimes I still believe you’re near,

I’m not sure if I can accept the truth,

I’m afraid when you’re not here.

Be brave,

Is this even possible?

I’m all alone in a world unknown;

Be brave.

They are coming for me, mother,

I hear their voices,

They may find me eventually,

I’m afraid I’m out of choices.

Be brave,

I wish I knew how, dear mother

I wish I knew how you did it so long ago;

Be brave.

I’m so sorry, mother,

I tried so hard to be brave,

To be your little ever-burning sun,

But, in truth. I am terribly afraid.

(This is based on a story idea I had a while back)