Lonely Courage

Vary are the days
Of lonely courage
For the fair likelihood
On quiet, only days
With muted voice
And softened tone
Sounds the loudest roar
Among wolves and daggers
And storms made of glass
Vary my days
To collapse the unshakeable task
Of unbreakable barriers
In the midst of disbelief and uncertainty
To explore new horizons
With ambivalent gesture
Lonesome among stooges and figurines
Alone in this desolate tract
Where the cactus grows