Courage?

I walked through the forest. Barefoot though I felt not twig nor stone. My eyes stayed closed, as you had said, "walk and see with your ears instead."
The swish of the leaves in the breeze. The call of the birds in the trees. None betrayed what lay before my feet. Still, I walked, blind, with that steady beat.
The rush of the wind reflected the flush on my cheeks. The beating wings echoed my own heart. And though my eyes were closed, I still could cry. Cry alone and no one heard but I. Left to ponder what it feels like to die. Still,
My feet keep pace.

prompt of Nov 23.2oo9