Courage


There is this thing that sits,
afraid to pass my lips

It’s visible from my eyes,
but only from deep inside my mind

Words that breathe,
words that live

Sometimes its for me,
sometimes its for you

Words that wear clothes,
words that strip naked

Embrace the fear expressed by lines,
carved by features seen upon my face

Happy…
Sad…
Glad…
Mad…
Angry…

Hopelessly in love,
but tragically alone

There is this thing,
it sits floating

It’s actually a feeling,
just a feeling

Like the first time,
sight beholds

It can open doors, those words,
that sits waiting to be spoken

Only with courage,
are words heard, past the lips

Ax

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