In the corner of my mind
beside the willing spirit
I feel the presence of greatness

The moment I see it's
still, steel face
I shriek in retreat

The willing spirit so often
has only served me with bitter
regrets
for I have been stopped before

The courage to embrace
my fear has thus far eluded
my grasp

flitting moments
gone in a whisper and empty
as darkness

I shutter at the prospect
that when the music stops
the silence will be woefully
familar

In the center of my heart
I pray

Courage help me stand while others run
and hold when all have released
share when there is little to gain