I made it through—
I really did.
I fought the dragon;
he’s gone and hid.

I needed no sword,
because, you see—
I had it in me
for eternity.

I’m proud. I’m strong.
And when I fell,
I hit the ground
but rose as well.

The dragon’s slain.
There is no more.
I can move on
with those I adore.

I’m free at last—
you best believe.
I’ve seen the worst,
but I still breathe.

Just know this truth:
I’m still the same—
just with scars
and a stronger name.