Courage
Warm tingling on the brow
A clenched fist
Between the breasts
nestled in my soul
Then the fist loosens
Courage melts
To a thick gel
Transparent
Sticky
Slimy
Like the fluid of an infested wounds
Oozes
From every pore.
My brow is cold
Numb
Frozen.
I have learnt to live
From one moment to the next.
From one day to the next.
