Courageous Coda
I wish I could feel brave all of the time. When it hits, I can take on the world, I can defy every so-called authority, and I can be assured, in my own self, that I am doing the right thing, and that my vision is clear. Then it fades, and I’m a shaking, nervous wreck again. I’m filled with self-doubt, with dark dreams of isolation. Crowds of people, their black shadows cast upon the walls by the glow of…