Courage.
Courage.
You accuse me, young sister,
Of having it.

Is it courageous
to feel the deaths of others
inside oneself?

Is it courageous
to stop from going insane
by acting to end murder?
Is it courageous
to live day by day
where one does not want to be?
Me and you?
Where is the courage
in my suffering and tears?
In my separation from Sarah?
In the pain of heartache?

Courage.
Courage.
How can it be courage
to be a man,
and then to suffer
for it?