Poetry

20/4/17

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.’

 

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