The Art of being Brave

Telling it was, this flash of happiness.
Like chocolate at the end of day...

Dark and tightness,
gloom and doom,
oranges and apples...

Looking out and seeing forest
and not just trees.
Stepping on the crack I have avoided for so long,
only to see the world not end?

And wondering if maybe this is,
yes this...
might be my future after all.