"Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us." - Pema Chondron
I met a Girl named Courage
She is not large
But spritely
Hair every which way
Held up by her spirit.
She is not loud
But appears
"I am Courage,
I am 5 years old."
She is not alone
But trails a sibling
Gripping her leg,
Peering from behind her.
She is not proud
But pink.
Heart fluttering.
Smile bustling.
She is not aware
But sure -
That we are here.
That this is a good day to be alive.
She is not a picture
But the realest real
Like the itch of a sweater
Like all the possibilities the world can hold.
