a poem by Rita Joyce Singh, India

Though our lives seem obscure,
We store a rare essence.
Lingering, something pure,
Something with a presence.
So, when hopes feel hollow,
And when the chips are down,
When those heartaches follow,
And fears go to town,
Hanging in some recess,
At first,Courage looks light,
But is powered, not less,
Than to back a good fight.

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