Courage with Time

Do you see time as the enemy,

Ready to breach barriers between

Yourself and what you deem perfection?

With time, courage is born from the wolves

You killed, wearing their pelts, heavy

On your back, a scar worth carrying.

With time, fear may dwindle when courage

Is devoured into pulsing flame, igniting

The heart beneath the ribcage.

Or maybe with time, the courage remains

Weak, because those pelts you carry

Collect the dust that blackens your lungs.

You cannot breathe.

Maybe time can be the enemy, but

Befriending may be a chore worth 

Checking off. A way to throw the pelts

From sore shoulders, leaping with

Courage, able to expand.