Emerge from a grave of darkness,
That you thought would never end.
Writhing pain and torment kept you
bound there, and emitted the illusion of
hopelessness and death.
You sought help, and though it was slow to
answer your pleading, it came and confused
The assistant was not the ultimate
savior, you see, rather the tools she gave you to
strengthen your own resolve became the
keys to freedom.
You sit in this hell for a while, and sharpen these
devices until they are deathly.
Then, set yourself free.
Self – control, meaningful meditation, deeper
understanding of your own weaknesses,
Allow an escape, once and for all from the
Triumphant, born again with fortitude that evaded you before,
You will now walk your path without trepidation.
You have a quiver dressed with arrows to deter future captors,
And a soul covered with armor to protect from further attacks.
You are stronger, more alive, more
You have become your own hero.