Flawless but Suffering...
I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble
With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring,
Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock,
Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…
But I have a dragon’s heart.
I seek those that ache and those that are lost.
I give them my heart; my humor,
My kindness, my empathy,
My respect.
And then, when they are ready,
They go back out into the big, wide world all new and
Refreshed.
And I keep their pain inside my breast,
As I do my own - all my fears and doubts -
Cradling the boiling, seething mess inside.
I cried out in fear.
I stare up at the constellation Draco,
And ask him: How did you do it?
How did you hold the evil of the fallen prince,
All his bloodlust and greed?
I have no firey breath or
Razor-thin claws or
Sickle-like teeth! There is
Nothing...
Nothing for me to hold the blazing
Pain away from the curious fingers of others.
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