Courage does not always come on time;
sometimes it arrives like a late train in winter’s prime
You long to skip the waiting the doubt the space
but bravery blooms only when given its place
No rewind retrieves the chances you could not take
no fast-forward assures the future you ache to make
Still courage knocks softly clear as a vow:
I am here—step with me—now
We are shaped by moments we almost broke
but also by rising after the smoke
And in that breath where fear loosens somehow
you become the truth of now