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And so, one day you wake up
And realize your dragons are gone.
Well, not gone, exactly.
More like, how should I put it?
Shrunk? Reduced? Minimised?
Not so big, perhaps?
Not big. At all. More like teeny.
Like little lizards under the sun
Running to hide beneath rocks
At the sound of your steps.
Dragons afraid of you and of all that you are.
Of what you have become.
Gone are the meters-long wings
That clouded your sky.
The shrieks that drilled your head,
Making your cry, hide,
Beg for it to stop, to give you a respite,
A truce, a break from the eternal torment
Of their song in your brain.
No more do their fire burn
Your heart and reduce it to
Smouldering shards of broken flesh.
They no longer rest on your shoulders,
Sinking you in with their weight.
And you look at their flimsy,
Scaly bodies and wonder
Why were you ever afraid?
When did they torture stopped?
How did you scape from
Their sharp talons, how did they shrink,
How did they became this,
These insignificant creatures
Scurrying in the shadows of
The corners, hiding in the
Cracks of the wooden floor?
And then you remember.
You remember when you said, ‘no more’.
When you found the key to the lock
And freed yourself from the chains.
No knight was needed that day.
No duel, no lance, no dwarves
With fiery songs, no magic brew,
No casting of a spell.
Just a little bit of mercy.
Just a little bit of grace.
You took and you gave.
You wept. For what have been done,
For what you did and allowed.
You wept for the fire of your dragons
And for your burns, accepted the scar
And let go of the pain.
And you walked away.
Just like that.
Refusing to hear the batting of their wings,
Their piercing song,
Their screams as their bodies
Rolled into balls and became small,
So small you hardly see them anymore.
The key of the lock.
And you look up at the sun and smile
At your blue sky.
And then spread your own
Meters-long wings and fly,
Mellow, slow, softly.
No longer frighten of life.