What Remains
Fleeting Courage
A pulse. A breath. A step.
It doesn’t last, but it was enough.
Sometimes, courage doesn’t roar, it flickers.
A heartbeat past doubt.
You moved.
Not because you believed,
but because something louder
than fear
whispered louder than thought.
You didn’t know it would be enough.
It was.
In the shadow of collapse, even brief bravery can shift the world.