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 / Her Wild Heart

Truth....