Anticipation sours the deep warm pit of my stomach
A tingle sounds in the back of my neck
My pulse is a dull thud below my lungs
I have done all that I can do
So I put my worries to rest
Closing my eyes,
If I can’t see them they won’t be there
I can fight again when I wake
-zu
Mary Anne Radmacher — ‘Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’
