Shafts of courage depicted on the
parchment of hope
Running into beamlight of victory
Leaning towards trunk of optimism
You speak courage
You emit courage
Protruding ribs of scalped stood
on wingspans of surgery
At the hours of the night.
Spring of courage flown into the
feeders of victory.
Spirit of courage locked-up
scroll of fear.
Sun of courage dried up the
stagnant sea of fear.
An entanglement of two wars
fought with two divine axes
of courage.
But you conquered fear.
Sneezing out the mucus of death
from the nostrils of conquest,
Zooming like an eagle soaring into
the waiting arms of the theatre.
Clipping the fangs of scalped with
hope.
Withstanding the chilled cold of the
night.
Resisting assault from the proboscis
of mosquitoes.
Waiting for days in hours.
Tarried for result outside the fragile
womb of life and hope
Tarried for positivity in anxiety
Pendulum of anxiety thickened the
darkness of fear
But you whizzed back like a matador
from the ordeal of a long journey
of life.
A second Lazarus revoked the decree
of death.