Allow an old world map to help me find the strength I am constantly told I have. Guide me in my blindness to the braille that is my courage because all my life I have read differently. Courage, courage, where is my courage? l will pluck the strings of my deeply buried strength from the seams of my heart and sew them into every pore of my skin until fortitude vibrates vividly like a flare from a distance. Strength, strength, I have found my strength.