Slaying my Dragon

Sometimes, it’s the dragon that wins.

At least on some days.

This daily struggle of fighting my dragon, as I prefer to call it.

Should I name this beast, this Spector of doubt, that haunts me so?

If I were to name it, would I then gain more control of it’s looming presence in my life? Calling it to heel with a command.

What name then, should I give it? My dragon of self doubt.

I name it Fear, for fear is what rules me.

It seems there is no slaying it, it has grown inside of me and is now a part of me.

So control is all I can hope for, is all I can strive for.

Control of my fear and doubts. Giving me a measure of peace.