she found her brave in the darkest of places, just as she could feel nothing but absence.
the world left creases when they folded her heart up like a napkin for their own balance.
she found her brave in the loneliest of places, where she kept searching for someone to guide her.
there was no food for her soul, no light for her mind and no map as a drawn out reminder.
she found her brave in the heart of the drought; what she thirsted for did not mimic rain.
the people and things of the world she knew brought her more thirst, and hunger, now pain.
she found her brave when she realized the truth; she hasn’t been stopped so far.
His word will not fail her. He said once again,
“you’re supposed to be right where you are.”
“whom then shall i fear?”