Courage wears faded jeans

in a church parking lot,

and only hesitates a moment

before heading inside.


Courage gets up

when the pain is bad.

Stretches out the aching,

and goes to work.


Courage’s leg jiggles,

hands stutter over strings,

but keep strumming

for a roomful of people.


Courage falls down

and gets back up.

Moves forward,

seeing no other option.


Courage is afraid.

Courage would not exist

without fear.