Poem – I Know Where Courage Sleeps

I know where courage sleeps.

Curled up in the earth where darkness creeps.

She is a wild thing that is unafraid.
She had pointy teeth and a very sharp blade.

She knows that wildness is not always the call.
That is why she rests until it is time to enthrall.
She is wide awake in the darkest night.
She is courageous and unafraid of a fight.

Conflict is the power to claim space in this time.
Reaching is the desire to look down from a magical climb.
I know that she is there should I call her name.
And when she rises, she will proclaim.

Each soul has a warrior hidden deep inside.
A part that is hidden but completely ready to decide.
In her green eyes she sees the intentions of those.
That hide behind money, ego, and fancy clothes.

She lives by the land and walks soft on the earth.
She would never lash out in anger with the intent to hurt.
She is a warrior and warriors arise when they hear the call.
She will be ready to join others to face the squall.

Until then, she rests deep in the earth.

She does not need to prove that she has worth.

She knows that her power comes from the stars in the sky.

She knows that power will remain, even after she dies.

~Suzanne Wagner~