She told me once
that I was brave.
But I had never
slain dragons or
ascended mountaintops.

For years I wondered
at her surmise,
straining to recall
some grand heroic
or noble deed.

Until today.
Until he said
without reserve
without pause
without expectation


And then I understood.

Only a brave soul
loves without regard
for consequence.

Only a hero
bares heart
without condition.

And then we soldier on.

• • •

©2013, Jen Payne
IMAGE: St. George and the Dragon, Paolo Uccello, 1470


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