Courage

What becomes of the word courage when the action is nearly unprecedented?

So rarely is it seen, 

that there comes a time one wonders when does courage take place?

Is it when a person stands for what they believe in?

When people recognize their faults?

Or is it when despite all odds, 

you do what you think is best when all other people fail to understand?

Perhaps my definition of courage is different.

Courage to me had seemed to come when least expected.

Or maybe I wouldn't understand it when it came.

It seemed as though courage would spring up from the grave,

and carry me up.

It didn't though. 

It had seemed more of a whisper than a screech of comprehension.

It didn't burst from me in rage of blazing flames.

It didn't occur the time I needed to speak against my enemies.

No, my mind was only a blank

Yet I'm courageous when I turn away,

and step down from the stage with tears in my eyes,

and my soul dragging on,

and reminding myself this wasn't courage...

It was faith and belief that everything would be okay,

and the action taken, 

just simple words and simple motions. 

A courage that can't be defined by its own statement,

because I haven't gotten there yet...