Mother-of-all-dragons
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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
invisible to you
and any untrained eye
They drag you away
to days long forgotten
hidden in folds
of time and soft cotton
The mother-of-all-dragons
roasts your skin
and brings your scars to light.
Her screams in your head,
keep on piercing the night.
Your skin turns to armour,
so dense you can’t fight
When you chase them away,
they will come back to bite.
Crawling away,
you just bring to light
that there really is
-nowhere-
to hide.
Mastering dragons
takes faith, focus and might:
it is no small task, to pretend you're alright...
as you walk your path, with this herd by your side:
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