
I always found myself beside the fire.
Worshipped dragons for their mastery
of this devastating force.
Protected others at such cost
I felt like I was bleeding,
but proud that I guarded
so fiercely it consumed me.
I long for the light,
unthinking of my sensitive eyes
and paper skin,
I wanted to be seen.
The earth seemed a cold place
and I unsuited for nature
with my clumsy kindness
and graceless legs.
I flew on a horse once,
we balanced the unsteady
and I felt powerful
but not in control.
The freedom terrified me.
I searched so long for my place,
could not reconcile my thoughts,
weaving and shifting
tremors and torrents
like the water.
I viewed this as a lesser being,
what power does it have?
Yet could not bear to be away,
would never move inland.
My birth sign is the sea,
and they speak to me of blue,
but those depths were too far away,
neglected lonely truths.
When I first realised resonance
I sank sadly into a stupor,
the reflection was piercing,
and I did not want this softness.
I saw first distance and disappointment,
a harsh ragged shore.
Unrelenting waves,
always demanding more.
Then the storms battered my window
and I felt strangely safe,
I wanted to go outside,
I wanted to run in the rain.
It is beauty and power,
chaos combined,
life giver blood thinner
tragedy inclined.
Fire fears the water,
earth flees from its touch,
and while we kiss the wind,
though we mix with ground,
this space is our own,
it is where I was lost and found.



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