Who am I to speak of courage?
When I have always been known as meek and weak
I have always been perceived as fragile and frail
I have always been thought of as passive and submissive.
So what right do I have really to talk about courage?
When all they see of me is that of a coward’s image…
But I know of it, yes I do!
I talk of it, I speak of it
This– I say is courage!
I walk- I sit; I wake up- I sleep;
I dream and hold on to it
Sometimes I lose my grip of it.
I sing and dance; I laugh and cry
I run and hide; I climb and fall
I believe, I trust; I have faith – I hold hope
I work and rest; I take pride – I accept defeat
I am not a good poet
But I write a poem about courage
And that alone is courage…
You see, everything I do has always been –
an act of courage!
