I am courage. I am strength.
I tied the words daintily to my wrists.
They hung limp for many days.
Weightless words and fragile wrists
For many nights.
But slowly and just as sure as the ground they began to live.
They encircled my wrists and grew up my arms.
Covering my shoulders and overtook my soul.
I became that which I spoke.
What I saw myself to be.
And I saw courage and I saw strength.
