A companion piece (or sequel?) to “Dead Dragon”

The Tiger

By Michelle Garren Flye

There’s a tiger in my heart

Pacing and guarding,

Keeping me safe.

He banished the dragon—

The one you abandoned

And left to its fate.

I love my tiger.

His growl seems to say,

You got this, little one,

I’m here to the end.

You got this, you’re strong

And you know it now.

And I do know it, because—

(You want to know why?)

Not everyone can hold

A tiger in her heart.