I, too, sing sweetly

I am my own.
An opponent sent into opposition.
The fight being my truth.
One I dare not betray.
One I dare not deceive.
For it shall be my rebirth.

The thud of my existance
resonates in the hollows of my spirit.
No longer shall I be fearful.
No longer shall I be hushed.
I march on.

The field I walk is barren.
There is no resistance.
It is release.
It is triumph.
With the dawn,
I am free.