Bring Back My Brave!

Bring Back My Brave

By: Aldeka LaRoda

Bold I was ,

An elegant craned neck egret

Gallant.

My cluster of brilliant feathers beaming bright 

Unscathed metal breasted confidence

Easily thwarting, and darting slitting blades, thrown toward me 

Doubts;

Stigmas, Discouragement,

All powerless.

The courageous ever mocking jay I was

Until one day, I was not

Undone I became. The Mocking Jay now the mockery

My Pride stolen like the night bandit held my true self ransom 

The thwarted blades now pressed 

Eagerly against my pale egret neck 

As blood stood still

 

The Unmasked Fear Towered 

Gallantly “my  Brave” wearing !

Measuring him I wondered, 

 

“When did I become so small?” Pondering inwardly, 

“I must be the wrong Champion.”

“Did she (The Champion) not stand tall?”

“Did she( The Champion) ever regard caution?

Did she ( The Champion) not wear her Clusters of brilliant plumage brightly?”

I had become the wrong Champion, the wrong Aldeka bird indeed 

 

Something ignited then, a composition of fury and frustration,

A righteous indignation, an unquenchable flame.

My Brave was mine and mine alone.

I would myself become again 

The Right Aldeka 

The True Aldeka.

 

I jostled my assailant wrangling free 

Culminating courage , confronting conflict,

Clashing Contention.

I would be FREE

I was the RIGHT Aldeka 

Feathers protruding like those slitting blades, 

Determined I to rescue My Brave.

At almost Morning as exhaustion from the scuffle laded my arms,

I could not waver,

And with my last strength,

I commanded my Brave back to me

And watched as Fear stood Still

I had seized his prowess 

My feathered blades shining steal held the morning’s light 

I adorned My Brave, starring down 

At but Fear itself under my siege

Then I vowed never would my Brave again 

Depart from me for 

I am she, The Champion.