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Courage is Silent

Updated on December 11, 2013

I sailed upon a distant cloud

in a dream which had captured me

I woke so far from where I slept

and all that I could see

A women still and proud

stood perched upon a height

And though I knew it dream

I watched from there her flight



She stepped with sure abandon

and I could hear her call

A wind to gather 'neath her wings

and a promise not to fall

I gazed upon her silent flight

but, all that I could hear

The sound of crashing far below

on rocks that caught her fear



In time, my dream was spent

and all would disappear

As did the very high place

that crumbled with her fear

It was a silent victory

It is so much the way

The greatest of our victories

live inward on display.

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      "The greatest of our victories

      live inward on display."

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Why am I not surprised that you know this all to well?

      My garden is alive with butterflies!

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      There are mutual knowings, I guess.

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      So there are!(:

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      ah, so! :-)

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      pearlmacb 5 years ago from Switzerland

      Thanks for an enjoybale read, precious piece!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      pearlmacb, Your welcome!

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      Theresa Ast 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

      I like this Alan. It is reminiscent of tales from Greek mythology somehow, maybe any mythology. Perhaps she is Artemis the huntress, or Athena goddess of wisdom, sprung from Zeus's forehead, or one of the lesser goddesses, but she is "other."

      And I think it appropriate, maybe even necessary that our dreams are often populated by the "other."

      And there is something ancient and biblical about "high places." The phrase brings many associations with it. A lovely poem. Theresa

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      arb 4 years ago from oregon

      Thank you, Theresa. I actually wrote this in response to one of my daughters overcoming a deeply embedded fear of her own. Sometimes the most courageous battles are met and conquered in our "all alone".

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      Suzette Walker 4 years ago from Taos, NM

      Oh my gosh! This is a beautiful and insightful poem, but then I'm sure you already know that. I love the images and the flow - the give and take of the poem. It flows so smoothly like a bird in flight. How beautiful! Voted up!

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      arb 4 years ago from oregon

      Thank you suzettenaples! I appreciate the kind comments. This was actually published in an anthology called pegasus. Written for a daughter who overcame.

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