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Dragon eye

What if trauma

was a dragon

Every traumatic event

a single beast

All different: 

sharp, vicious,

breathtaking, freezing,

scorching, ferocious,

blunt, overwhelming...

And each and every one


to you and everyone around

They drag you away to days long forgotten

hidden in the folds of time and soft cotton

Their scales scrape your skin and bring your scars to light

Their fires forge an armour, so dense you can’t fight 

You chase them away, and they come back to bite

Their screams in your head, keep on piercing the night

Crawling away, you just bring to light

that there really is -nowhere- to hide

Mastering dragons

takes strength, focus and attitude:

it is no small task to keep them subdued...

As you walk your path, with this herd in pursuit:

Bide your time

To stand your ground

Look them in the eye

And call out their crime

May they 

roar and rumble

fall and tumble

shrink and crumble

And finally say goodbye