Archive for March, 2011

The Dragon Stirs

March 21, 2011

Others’ words share glimpses of treasure such as I covet and long for.
The secure ties, the glowing loves. ¬†I have these, and I don’t.

I may someday be a dragon but I am also a  shattered thing that may never have been whole.

I seek wholeness, completion, understanding, release from self-doubt.

I look inside myself through the reflections of others I find and try on each mask.

I do not have the greatest treasure I have glimpsed.
My cave is amorphous, shifting, treacherous.
I am no dragon, I am no ferocious thing, and I am.
I do not know myself, or where to find the selves I have been.

The dragon takes wing in search of treasure.
I live in search of myself.