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.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
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.
