
I stand among the bamboo stalks,
Their gentle sway as calm as lambs.
Yet beneath this peace, a wild disguise—
The beasts of the jungle stir inside.
It roars. I tremble.
Its voice strikes like thunder,
Freezing my limbs with fear.
But I tear through the panic,
Eyes wide, unarmed, unflinching.
The human in me fades.
Echoes of the captive cry out,
Stoking old grudges into flame.
I roar back—unyielding, fierce.
I stumble, then rise again,
Grasping the tail of silence.
I am the champion now,
Striding like a lion through the aftermath.
The rebellion is behind me,
And my kingdom begins to unite.
I’ve earned this peace,
Saved more than gold—
I’ve dared to face
The fearless fear.