I wrote a short bit of prose from the POV of courage — hope you like it!
It always starts with fear; trembling, shivering, shaking. Fear is sudden – it doesn’t take time. I take time, however.
One step at a time across a high bridge, trying not to look down, trying so hard – but you always end up looking down, freezing where you are. I grab your hand and pull you forward, lunge you across. Once conquered, you can always do it again. One more step, one more lunge forward, until eventually, you love that excitement; that energy.
You never try to think of fear – always hide it in the outskirts of your mind, but when I come into your mind, you embrace it.
Though sometimes, it’s more easy to avoid me, because I’m a lot harder to come across than fear.
I’m standing beside you always, pushing you to defeat the impossible.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m scared.
Fear is an easy friend – but limiting. You become a coward when fear rips you apart. I, however, put you back together.
Don’t make me do this.
You are still pushed forward by my sturdy arms. I grip you and I don’t let go. I throw you off the cliff.
Falling. Falling. Falling…
You’ve made it. Just one fall and I win. I am strong and now you are too.
Thank you for reading this post,