I’ve heard  talk about
Liquid courage:
A double scotch to shore up his ego,
A few glasses of wine to ease her reserve.
Disguised cowardice all dressed up in a sparkly glass,
Bravado soon evaporated, 
Culpability denied,
A poor choice that leaves you dehydrated in the morning.
Liquid courage
Isn’t courage at all.

Still, there’s beauty in the thought of courage
That could be liquid.
Dynamic bravery that takes the shape
Of each of us,
Holds steady our unique volumes of power and strength.
Grit that’s unafraid to admit, 
To gently sift through the grit
From the shores of our fears and faults,
Daring to move and erode us into new forms of
Purity and harmony we never knew we could hold.