Dragon
Sometimes I feel foreboding,as if a dragon is about to consume me:my failure or inadequacy, or my guilt.But the dragon is no danger—not to be slain, no, not even tamed:but befriended.There is no reason to fear,only grace to receive.Dragon, come sit, and speak to me. ________________ Weather ReportWild,as storms of imagined high pressurecollide with your acceptable front.Expect rogue waves of fear and shame,tidal surges of responsibility,and hundred-year floods of despair.And also monsters and flesh-eating aliens,all imaginary.Meanwhile the peace of the real world will abidetill you come out…
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