Courage, Dear Heart

Once upon a time the world grew cold. Hearts hurt. No one heard. And even the leaves cried out for justice.

But there was a sweet breath of air. The kind no one notices if they're afraid. The kind that slips through the cracks as everything cries loudly because it is nothing more than soft.

Some hearts heard.

Some hearts healed.

Some hearts will always heal as they listen to the soft wisps of wind that move in the quiet. 

Only because they are less afraid.

Once upon a time, this was called courage.

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