“As good food finally hits my system, my guardian dragon eases, and fatigue sets in.
It is interesting to feel her curling up for slumber, one red-gold glowing eye cracked to keep vigil as she waits for me to join her.”
“As good food finally hits my system, my guardian dragon eases, and fatigue sets in.
It is interesting to feel her curling up for slumber, one red-gold glowing eye cracked to keep vigil as she waits for me to join her.”
So much as the gathering nebulaic mass of powerful black wrath, ready to unleash in last defense of the woman’s fragile position.
She rose up from within today, no longer allowing any access to her chosen human.
Not too loud, but deeply saddened, as she stood upon cliff, shoreline, and slagging ship bobbing in the sea, aching to be free to fly, run, and sail – making homes wherever they’d roam, happy with the man she loved.
For a heart that truly cares and dares, suspension of true having can only feel fun for so long before one looks down and begins to panic when they find that they have gone so far out onto a ledge that there is no longer any solid ground to stand upon.
In such cases, one could then attemot to fly in fantasy, but the way can become lost with no guides or markers – as is a danger when flying through air, far above bounds of reality – and this dragon’s wings were still injured.
She had fallen in love with the man through the dragon.
“You become the happiest you’ve ever been.
And then, do you know what you get?
You get wings – and then you can fly.”
—
(Movie reference, “I Am Dragon”)
I love you for who you are.
—
(Movie reference, “I Am Dragon”)
A self defense mechanism beginning to gather flame’s ire in mass and momentum to blast a wide radius around her of charred cinders that no man would dare try to go through.
It was having to choose betweens
That she could no longer tolerate
Because she was tired of rules
Restricting flex of her flapping
Maybe by misunderstandings
She was making new mistakes
But if anyone asked her opinion
She would share concerned care
Bitterness floods the gut and rage boils inside, churning a dragon’s ire.
“With style!”
—
(From the movie, “Toy Story”)
As she gathered will to
Launch into bright light
Shadowed doubt clung
And fear caused pause
For she did not want
To leave solid ground
Yet as she tentatively
Tried again to attempt
To her surprise he lept
His own wings spread
Joining to accompany
Her efforts protecting
Laughs at machinations
Opening her own maw
To swallow them whole
Feasting on own blood
Transmutating power
Back into her hands
Leaving them gaping
In awe and wonder
As she takes to
Broken skies
Seething hatred
Eyes on fire ire
Casting blasting
Counterspells
Desperately
Exploding
Eroding
Traction
To free wings
For flight again
“Just let me fly, da** it!”
Was it ambition?
Or the desire to fly high and soar?
“A beloved has proposed that I might have magnetic energy.
If this is so, I would say that it is very selective to what my soul is seeking.
And luckily, my nature is honorable.
I think this keeps me out of trouble.”
A birthday poem to me from my youngest Dragonlet
February 18, 2025
Glimmers of glory in dreams
Moon- and star-light reflect
Turning night into something worth braving.
Momma Dragon takes on shadows
Painting flames and fighting
For morning sun to arrive.
If the Darkness will not grant it,
She will bend the universe
And create life itself,
Nails splintering,
Clawed from the deep.
“There will be joy,”
she roars,
“There will be light!”
“Whether I must tear Gods from the skies
and bring Heaven down myself!”
Observing the others while perched upon a cliff’s ledge at distance, she mused over the riddle of recovering one’s true-born, innate sense of identity and flourishing.
Attacked within and kicked out from her birth nest prematurely, she had never had a solid “home,” and the skyways loomed too large where competition and predation seemed prevalent.
Why do I crave “grounding” when I was born with “wings?”
“I AM the Air…!”
Helping family move on to next levels as I watch limited funds pour out to only one more month’s rent – and gearing up to leap off comfort’s precipice, hoping that my wings will be strong enough to navigate winds, carry my courage, and support my being the dynamic healer I’m meant to and must immediately be.
She did not understand these earth dwellers, and her own kind had long ago flown away.
She tried to find happiness on solid ground, but finding there was only illusion, took again to the air.