Bold Passive

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Sometimes holding still is the bravest thing to do.

It is no joke to weep with those who weep,
To let their pain be real and stay right there,
Set down the urge to salvage or to sweep
Away the shattered shards, or not to care.
No, swallow pain, accept it full and stare
The fallen, wretched world right in the face.
You hold your friend and hold still and you bear
What must be born and has no earthly fix.
Harder than a charge into the fray,
To hold one bridge in steady agony;
A passive stance accepts both ache and grace,
Lets dissonance resolve to harmony.

Our greatest hero's greatest feat was won
Accepting death for others, "It is done."
Michelangelo, “Pieta”
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