Bold like Cinnamon
Courage looks like a small child learning to tie his shoes,
like a firefighter entering a
burning building, like a lion roaring
like and athlete collapsing over the finish line,
sweat splashing on the floor, blood
coating their skin, like someone threading a needle
like a fish out of water, like a long winding road
with no end in sight, a battered valentine,
a ripped picture, a crown of thorns, like black coffee,
cinnamon, and peppermint, like David and Goliath, like Martin Luther King
exclaiming “I have a dream!”, like a mother holding her baby,
like shooting a free throw, like singing in front
of thousands of people
like an eagle soaring in the open sky.
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