thought courage was a lady who wore a suit and a tie, and went on a war against herself. those loud powerful angry women i saw on billboards . but then, i really seem to forget that courage-is actually the name of that little girl at the corner house. the little girl who knocks twice on every door, sets out the dishes for dinner and hugs her dear father. courage is the little kid who falls off her bicycle and still smilingly gets up saying she will try again tomorrow.
courage is the soft little child of a meeky mother who learns to say ‘no’ and stands up to the mean children in the block.
courage is that little girl who has formed peace with herself.
Prena Poetry 
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