I will not bow.
To these demons
of depression, of anxiety, of emptiness, of isolation,
of self-destruction.

I will not cower.
To agree or disagree; to break or simply to bend,
that is my only power.
To remind myself that I have the upper hand.
(For all those years ago, the battle had been fought, and for us victory has been bought)

I will not be trampled underfoot.
It's true that my God, in a grave, was put -
but it is also, that He rose again.

And for that reason, in death
I will not remain.