Your piece reminds me of my favorite poem: Courage is the price that Life exacts
for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not
Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter
joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living,
compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant
hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion? Each time we
make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless
day,
And count it fair.

Amelia Earhart

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