The Heart of Courage

There is a place in my heart where my courage is kept. Courage to fight for what I believe in, to be who I want to be and to have faith in what will be. But I'm so confined in this tiny place, drawing my last breath. Hoping that one day, I will break this internal youth. To find my path in the living world, not the dead. I hate being dead. I hate not being able to feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders, or the feel the touch of another person. But my courage is what gets me past the loneliness of this dank world. And it will be courage that will bring me back. 

Author's Note

Just a scribble, not sure where I'm going with this