‘Give me courage’, he said.
How do we receive courage?
Is it within us all the time and we find it when faced with our fears?
Is it grown stronger by more trials and are we only able to get more of it by experiencing more hardship, however we view hardships definition, so to face more of our fears?
We ask for courage to face fear, yet only facing it brings it about.
A child fallen, cries.
A child fallen thrice, smiles, lip quivering
Knowing – this too shall pass.
I sat a while blind,
Deaf, numb, mute.
Killed by my own heart.
Heavy air on summers days
Pushed sweat out the pores
In the still air, I can’t feel its presence
Keeping me clinging on, I know
I need to move, and I do, almost.
The sweltering, the weight, too much!
Stand and walk! In that instance,
The faintest breeze brushes the droplets
Formed through my skin to save my life
Relieving, releasing, comforting,
Wakening my senses
The touch, of nothing I can see, pushing against me
Run, perhaps soon, so this breeze grows stronger
To hear shushing, limbs pulsing blood
Open my mouth and sing, or maybe scream –