Sword in hand, I stand.
Right here, in the open field.
No hiding, no running.
Tired and panting.
Sweat upon my brow.
But I stand.
Blood stained and dirt covered.
The battle had been fought, and although you walked away, horse trotting and treasure in hand.
I was victorious.
Watch as I limp back to health, listen as I never speak of you again, and wait till I climb my way quietly to the top.
Keep your dark pride, and twisted lies.
Because here I stand, I walk this rode, head held high, battle gashes and love scars visible.
Because I survived; and pulled through virtuously in ways that most wouldn't..in ways you couldn't, and never would.
I'll walk this road, fight every fight, and try to be the best me I can be through it all.
Just watch, as I become everything you said I wouldn't.
I am the warrior I was taught to be.
Because Strength, is deep inside me.
And Strong is who I choose to be!
So here I stand; sword in hand.
And never, will I fall again.
