A poem by Amelia Earhart.
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release
From the little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul’s dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the resistless day,
And count it fair.
Source: Friday Poem: ‘Courage’