Courageous but yet shy,
Caves shake at thy roar,
Yet feeble before masses
Waves of great words,
Evolves from thy memory bank,
Yet decay serves it purpose
Two lions lives not on one mountain,
So stab thy tormentor
Cleanse thyself from it filth
Mockery by man keeps you in thine shell
Yet thou believe to cause tremor with thy presence
Let the passing wind carry away thy fear
Breath in, and out goes your shyness
The you shall be called
Brave Journalist
Haymaker ©2014
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