Courage

Courage...I seem to have a lack of it most of the time. All mouth and no heart, so scared, while time rushes me by.

A beautiful poem by Alice M. Swaim pulled heartstrings when I heard it, made me shiver when I read it and makes my sleepy chickenheart roar and beat on the rhythm of my dreams...maybe I can try again...soon.

"Courage is not the towering oak 

that sees storms come and go;

it is the fragile blossom 

that opens in the snow."