Wednesday, March 25, 2015



Although the polished fire of valor gleams,
On my shiny patina of courage,
Its brilliant glow revealed in fondest dreams,
Shines forth solely to decry my dotage.
When my steps grow infinitesimal,
On a way so narrow, a path so steep,
And daybreak makes somber shadows dismal,
I master my fears—always in my sleep.
The august visage of my fearless face,
Reflects the deluge of love and respect,
Given my spirit from everyplace,
By those whose fierce impulse is to protect.
They will never see my heart full of fear,
For my courage is a flawless veneer.

Mick McKellar
March 2015

Never explain that the clicking sound is really your bones—shaking in fear…


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