Standing My Ground

I once wrote a poem full of hatred and scorn for someone who hurt me quite badly; with feelings a-shattered, emotions all worn, I faced the new world, rather sadly; I got to my feet and said “no” to defeat, and rose to meet all of my doubters; there were troubles indeed and also some heat, but I never let them become routers. So now I can say, pretty much every day that there’s little that I cannot handle; With boys by my side for the rest of the way, from now till they light the last candle.