Sometimes
My courage grows,
And it feels like I could fight a Lion.
Other times,
I feel so small that even a mouse's squeak would frighten me.
I don't know where my courage goes or where it comes from,
I wish it would stay with me.
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Poems By A Teen
PoetryThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
