Dragons

I didn't grow up with fairytales,
Perhaps for the better
Because we're not
Princesses or princes
But somewhere
In between
Helpless and courageous
And we may not be royalty
Or have happily-ever-afters
And maybe our dragons
Never really die
Maybe
We lose sometimes and
Trundle away, broken and beaten
Maybe
We celebrate victory
To be brought low again later
Maybe
Our dragon brings some friends
But maybe
Our shining armor is
Our friendship
A phone call
A hug
Our humanity
A small reminder that
The princess wept alone
And the prince fought alone
But
We
Are
Not