The clench of hand was surely seen,
I saw what was to come
and only wished that I could faint;
retreat from what I knew.
But courage came in powerful prod,
to keep me where I stood,
and whispered that the time was here,
when I should hold my ground.
The actions you were set to make,
had ridiculed my mind
and made a joke of all I was;
I had to draw a line.
I would not run from your cruel rage,
but stand and call you out,
as coward, bully, hurting child;
my strength had now been found.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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