“The scent of summer thins, / the air grows cold.” – Yvor Winters, “The Fragile Season
Were you really that fragile?
Did you melt away when they accused you with cruel lies?
Did you acquiesce when they blamed you unjustly? Did you crumple when they tried to threaten you with the worst kind of harm?
Or did you stand tall, speak firmly in your defense, look them in their deceitful eyes, even as they cursed your name and spat on your reputation. Did you own your own space and make them see that they could not take from you what was rightfully yours no matter how cruel the names they called you, or how loud their howled epithets.
Are you so easily broken? No.
Are you so readily damaged? No.
Are you so quickly destroyed? Not at all.
You do not regret one moment of your actions. In the name of what is just and right you will stand your ground. Together with as many others as will stand with you. For as long as it takes.