Category: Dragon Flight

It is not only desire that matters, but there also must be achievable goals which can inspire tired wings to keep reaching for the stars while leaving behind once earthly hollows.

She found her attempts at advanced flights often pummeling her into the sides of mountains as she clawed away from sheered drops, scrabbling onto temporarily-safe ledges for bouts of rest while attempting to catch up to the others soaring high above her that had had a lifetime of practice elegantly navigating the upper atmospheres.

“Some people say grounding is about money. Others say it’s about status and things.

For me, it’s picking the right trajectory so I can launch off properly as I unfurl my wings.”

The chains had been strapped tightly around the dragon’s wings for so long that they had crimped and tortured. She had forgotten that she could fly before she finally could pryze them off of her.

Yet still, she was held to ground as she practiced flapping and her wings began to unfurl as they strengthened. More chains around her body encasing like armor were anchored to stone that she could not reach, deep in the earth below her.

Then, one day, she gained help from other spellbreaker healers and the armor’s layers began disintegrating one by one. Every day, she flexed, pulled, and pushed even harder against them while she began jumping higher and higher, practicing to take off from the ground.

On this day when I had planned to ride my bike, I instead revived my inner dragon’s spirit as I felt the storm’s front hit us.

As she realized that that she was meant fly, raining hail signified her power’s returning presence.

“I have been conditioned to expect retribution if I unfurl my wings and set my gaze on open horizons.

I have been taught, as a dragon, that it is wrong to fly, and that the world does not need nor want what I have to offer in my own unique blend of mystery.

This had crippled my natural abilities, though instinctively I challenged these precepts, as the chains were cranked tighter around my limbs in punishment for testing and trying.

But over time, their logic has crumbled – for there are only so many ways to terrorize, and the birds kept bringing me other messages,

They’ve spoken of sweet springs and vast fields of seeds – of verdant greenery, and countless mother and father trees.

They’ve spoken of the earth’s landscapes, and wide open seas.

There have been times now when my mind settles (instead of fragmenting) and I get a sense of true unity within me.

But, as I break these chains that have not just held me physically – but psychologically, as well – I still encounter fear upon initially flexing.

Where are the masters who’ve inflicted pain with such cruelty?

It seems they’ve long ago forgotten about me.

But, I find myself still listening for them, and cringe at the dread left, compelling.”

Dragon wings – pinched and bruised –
Struggled against steel chains’ abuse.

Binding tight against right to flight they
Enslaved thought while she slept at night

Whispering madness – filling with dread
Once freeborn soul was proclaimed dead

Until that day that rust always dreads
As fell to floor crushed under her tread.