“Courage” by Shirley Hakim

 

 

I find courage in the little things
The little boy who raises his hand
To ask the hard question despite of his fear
The first time he let go of his mom’s hand to face the world
Is like staring at a bear eye to eye in the pelted jungle
And continuing to walk onward
While the band plays the marching song
He tastes the bitter taste of falling from the cliff
And still holds his head up
He loves to be a drop of the ocean
He loves to be sugar mixed within the dark coffee

Shirley Hakim

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