You’re tough, I’ll give you that –
beneath those delicate petals are ribs of steel,
whale-bone corsets to hold soul together
as the frosts gather like vultures to the kill.
Is this the flavour of determination?
I will drink of its bitter-sweet potion,
its brackish thickness,
if it means that
I can grow a backbone, too.
Stand your ground!
Don’t let the rattling chains
and moans and wails
intimidate your upright stance;
you have every right to be here,
every right to be
seen,
known,
loved.
If they all jump off a bridge,
how will you safeguard your foothold?
May the truth of Whose you are
ground you,
root you in hope,
provide backbone to your
bravado,
turn tears to triumph!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 