There Will Be Dragons

Since childhood

She was told

Fairy tales

Of brave heroes

Rescuing helpless maidens

From fearsome dragons

In remote lairs


She was quiet

During these stories

Others took this

For fear

For timidness

She did not

Correct them

She kept her

Secrets close


For a dragon

Dwelled deep

Within her

Impenetrable scales

The color of

Peacock feathers

Fire curling

In its belly





When threatened

Or furious

The skin of

Her stomach

Her breasts

Would begin

To itch

To change


Dragon hide

Fire would rise in

Her belly

Her vision would


The world gone red


So far

She had kept

The dragon


Held in check

But these were

Trying times

Her dragon

Ached to be set



Feel the wind

In its wings

Roar to the


Show its might

Gnash its teeth


She knew

Deep down

That she was the dragon

The dragon was her

And she pitied those

Who meant her harm

Or sought to control

The wild beast

Within her soul

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  1. We all have that wild flower/dragon/child/animal or what ever we feel comfortable to call it inside of us….. Our courage is not to be afraid and let it live, to trust it is always looking out for our best interests….. This is a wonderful pice you let come out, ahhhhh.

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