Some nights, the wolf inside of me shrinks to
nothing, she bares her teeth and runs away. The
dragon in my chest rejects me, she's so tired of
being slain. There are nights when the lioness
cowers, says she can't fight it another day...
What about the phoenix?
She sits with me in the darkness. She whispers
we'll rise. Just you wait.
~srwpoetry
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