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!

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




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


turn tears to triumph!