Six Word Friday: Dare

I am not filled with dare.

I lean over more toward ware.

I remember 11, 12 years old

Already showing myself not terribly bold.

in Truth or Dare schoolyard sessions

Truth. I’d rather answer a question.

I often struggle to assert myself.

Even when it would really help.

My dear husband is boldness personified.

He cannot fathom why I’m shy.

Actually shy is not the name.

I’m unassertive, not quite the same.

It’s hard to model boldness, see,

when it is anathema to me.

I’d gift my son: the middle.

There, I think, is least struggle.

We need  Get Up and Go.

We also need a little No.

A car without a gas pedal?

won’t take you far. A metal,

gas-powered, super high-speed missile

results from not slowing your projectile.

Some of us need more Oomph

Others need a little more Whoa.

So I try to learn boldness

(and hope Someone learns some whoa-ness)

I think I’ll need a buddy.

Strength in numbers we would be.

Not to lead (love you, honey!)

I’ll follow you, and you me.

Shall we?

I double dare you!

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