Brave
When I was wee
I hurt my knee.
I needed stitches
and elbow crutches,
but I was brave.
As I get older
I need to be bolder,
big things are coming
and I want to be winning
at brave.
It’s OK to be afraid,
to have a little fear.
New things can be scary,
but still I dare me
to be brave.
I hurt my knee.
I needed stitches
and elbow crutches,
but I was brave.
As I get older
I need to be bolder,
big things are coming
and I want to be winning
at brave.
It’s OK to be afraid,
to have a little fear.
New things can be scary,
but still I dare me
to be brave.
This poem is copyright (©) Debbie Ross 2025
About the Writer
Debbie Ross
Debbie is a poet, author, artist, photographer and baker. She lives 400m from the sea, in the far north Scottish Highlands and can be mostly be found in the kitchen, at the beach or at her writing table.
