Courage lies in standing without a shield,
Unarmored by excuses or display;
It is the strength to bend, but never yield
The quiet truth we carry day by day.
It lives where voices tremble, yet persist,
Where fear is named and not denied its place;
Not in the fist, but in the open wrist,
Not in escape, but in a steady face.
Courage lies in choosing not to flee
When hope feels thin and answers still delay;
In walking on, though none may clearly see
The cost of staying honest on the way.
So courage stands, uncelebrated, true—
A silent vow the heart keeps seeing through.
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