April 14, 2013 by hightideanddusk
I gathered up my courage, poured it onto paper, and with the ink of my heart and soul wrote the words I’d never spoken aloud for all to see.
Stamps send it further than I could walk during daylight hours, and now I must wait. The clock may be ticking but time can only measure us by the standards we hold ourselves to.
If what I wrote a few days ago doesn’t hold out now, then how will truth ever be found?
“I am not afraid. I was born to do this.” – Joan of Arc
Maturity takes courage. Courage is facing the fear and doing what you need to anyway. Do you have what it takes?