I am in the shoes of someone
standing on a road
written by other hands.
The shoes fit.
The ground never did.
But.
Courage arrives here
the
way
mornings
do.
Without permission.
Without promise.
Just light
on the same ground
like it was always there.
So one more time
shoes realise
that:
“Stand up” is courage.
“Turn back” is courage.
“Leave” is…
“Stay” is…
All of it is courage.
All of it is walking.
One true step.
That is all
courage
ever is.