Courage
The strange lad finds the quiet truth about courage.
Courage is a lonely heart, Calm within the endless night, Beating on though it's afraid, And waking to the light.
Courage isn't being loud, Or never feeling scared, Or chasing down a thrill, Or going unprepared.
Courage is a tiny leap, Into the dark unknown, A fragile, unsure mind, That dares to stand alone.
Courage isn't made of steel, Or never facing doubt, Or knowing you will win, Before you venture out.
Courage is the baby's first step, The unsteady bike ride, The first "I love you" and a poem, With nothing left to hide.
Courage is surviving breakups, And saying a firm "no," To toxic ties and bitter things, To let your inner spirit grow.
Courage isn't a safety net, Or someone by your side, Or wishing for the crowd, To be your only guide.
Courage is to do what's right, Choosing what is good, Standing firmly by your truth, When it's least understood.
