They say courage
Is learnable
Sometimes acquired in combat
 Trial by fire
But I have tasted white flames
Walked on coals
Swallowed whole
The seat of Hades
And still
Unable to grasp pole and walk electric tightrope
Never brave
A weathered rock unable to move
Even as sea receeds and escape, presents herself
It is not courage I possess
But by default
Staying power
Sometimes it is easier to be frozen 
Than act or flee
Simpler to tred water than
Drown or swim to distant shore
I am well versed in biding time
Treating days as if they were not precious
Undisciplined in
Owning my error
Avoidance becoming
They said I was a free spirit
I say
I was a gutless procrastinate
How long will life have waited
For me to act? Before
Sighing in disgust
She throws in her hat
Leaving me to consequence
For surely, what we believe in youth, will not burn
Catches up
Paying back ten fold
The only life is the one you make
To be a spectator in your own existence
Is not even a half measure
There is no reward for cowardice
No fulfillment in hiding
Life is a burning bush lighting darkness
It doesn’t burn nearly long enough
Are made of nothing without
Ernest endeavor 
Do not put yourself off
Climb the mountain
Conquer the voice telling you not to bother
For soon we are too feeble
Too near that twilight of the soul
It will be late then to lament
Take care never to postpone
And if you must, do not be harsh 
For those who stumble can continue to try
One day it will all be so worth it
Every ache, every struggle
Mighty is not always the healthy mind
But those who refuse to lay down 
And die before their time

0 Replies to “Before their time”

  1. Heaps of power coming through in this. Treading water may be a precursor to a big push forward, we may be waiting for the inner wave and when we feel that soul possiblity stirring deep within and rising up we summon our courage to ride it. <3

  2. Who defines courage! It is different for each one of us and it comes in stages. We are not stoutly brave until forged by the fires of hell into the person we were meant to be, the one who rises like the phoenix out of its own ashes more beautiful than ever before. It is always a mistake to measure bravery by comparison. No one walks the same road as we and therefore they know not what it’s like or how they would deal with our trials. Let no man judge anything of your life until he has walked a mile in your shoes which we know is really an impossible task. The same is true for others, we cannot know what it is like to walk in their shoes nor how to fight the “dragons” that come against them. Sometimes, love, just standing in place and holding our ground takes great courage!!! Je t’aime, N 🙂 <3

  3. Courage is a sort of a “learned behavior”, and until you’d walked through the trials of your own life physically, emotionally, and psychologically, you will NEVER be strong as you can be…

  4. Your courage is innate. You have known real fear which is essential for bravery. I know you are not talking about phobias, but, although I have climbed a number of metaphoric mountains, I have given up trying to conquer my fear of real ones.

  5. Candice, I hadn’t read this yet when something made me repost “Giant” today. Now I read your powerful poem and realize the synchronicity of it. (You hadn’t read mine yet either.) Your beautiful poem is the alchemy of what happens when we climb the mountain with or without courage (and without outside help). You’ve taken it farther with reminders not to take any portion of life for granted. To live it fully, come what may. A wonderful piece this is. ❣️

  6. Wow!
    I remember once, at a time when I lost myself in a flurry of activities, making sure no amount of time was spent idle (I felt I would drown if I stopped treading water), my therapist asked “Do you mean that priests and monks and nuns’ lives are unworthy because they are in quiet contemplation?”
    I believe it’s similar to what you said here. Your life is not measured in how many things you accomplished, but in how they relate to your life. How true they hold for you.
    Being a rock is a great thing. If you’re Christian, that’s the foundation of the Church.
    If not… even if you’re drowning under miles of water, being a rock is being a home to animals and plants that can use it to not drift aimlessly in the ocean of life, and grow from there.
    A rock is a very valuable thing. Don’t dismiss its value!
    As for the rest… I guess I spoke about it in the beginning. The most important thing for each and everyone of us is the journey we go through on this Earth. Whether we travel it alone or not, achieve many things or not…
    And you’ve achieved plenty, if only through poetry that touches the hearts of many and helps us grow.

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