Standing Tall
Howling, you search me dripping with hate
Telling me you were always my God-written fate
You claw, you harass, you crush, and you break me
But still I am standing, still you can’t take me
Whispers of echoes, screeching in the dark
Aimed true and steady, knife aims the mark
A place so familiar you have pillaged for years
The ground of my ashes and harrowing tears
You are but a memory that yet wants to live
I resist, you press harder, and yet I don’t give
Your fury so palatable that it rages eternal
My cyclone of terror; wars forged internal
I see you, I hear you, but you cannot come in
I’ve fought way too hard; you will never win
So rage on, send your best, give it your all
Like a reed in the tempest, I am still standing tall
Easter Ellen
~ writing what won’t leave me alone until it is expressed
Easter Ellen writes poetry, prose, fables, reflections, devotional pieces, and three-degree-sideways observations on life. Her work moves through humour, beauty, bite, tenderness, story, and the truth she relentlessly seeks beneath ordinary moments.
She also helps women think clearly, choose intentionally, and move forward with self-trust through content, coaching packages that meet them where they are, and practical tools for building better habits and thinking processes.