Sing Yourself Brave


Six months into your sentence,

and still you hang on.

Grapes are long gone.

Lazy summer days are just a

snapshot in a drawer.

Long cold nights

stretch interminably,

yet here you are,

refusing to let go.

What belies your brittle,

what glues seam to stem?

Do you have


with power to pardon?

Do you have


to plead your case?

Do you have


to see past judgement,

secret stored wine to

sing yourself brave?

29 comments on “Sing Yourself Brave

  1. Gallivanta says:

    “Sing yourself brave’ ; love that line.

  2. Peter Wiebe says:


  3. You are remarkable. Your words always bring such lessons and a new perspective of seeing nature. Thank you!

  4. I love the courage and determination that is inspired here in your poem. It is truly amazing how some leaves and people hang on through all sorts of storms… I guess it depends of our source of “glue”. Nicely done, Melody!

    Blessings ~ Wendy

  5. lylekrahn says:

    I used to think that I would wait until all the leaves fell and then rake but there were always enough that kept holding on to make that a poor plan. I like the use of that metaphor. But still, why do they hang on?

  6. Caddo Veil says:

    Love the phrase, “sing yourself brave”–it’s a lot like “preach yourself happy”!

  7. juditon says:

    The scene is a little bit gloomy but the battle still on and she will stay up till sping.
    Very nice image and text.

  8. Debbie says:

    I loved the tenacity in this one and it flowed so well! Thanks, Melody!

  9. gwen says:

    Ah! I like this so much.

  10. I have a similar conversation each time a see a leaf hanging on. You captured it so clearly. Go leaf, go!!

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