JD41: Courage

The truth from our soul, 
Making calls from long ago. 
I heard mine more clearly a year ago, 
I know I need to believe what was told. 

An undying burning fuel, 
Kept mine safe. 
Locking itself away from vengences, 
To find hope when lights were away. 

Stones, rocks or pebbles, 
Of which is yours made? 
Hay, and even sticks, 
Pick any to re-create. 

I have not seen mine for awhile, 
I thought I have lost it for good. 
Yet, someone told me recently, 
I still have it and, 
It is my choice to start using it. 
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