341 – Freedom
Watching the clouds,
I suddenly realized
The dragon died.
He was very, very old,
So old I shouldn’t really
Be surprised.
But here I was
Suddenly realizing
I would miss him.
I would no longer
Hear him growl
Inside my head.
I would no longer
Feel his claws
Ripping my heart.
He would no longer
Stare coldly back at me
From the bottom of
A bourbon glass.
He’d been around so long
His death felt like
A sudden amputation.
I didn’t like him.
The feeling was surely mutual.
But in some twisted way
His torture gave me strength
To rebel…
To fight back…
To feel alive.
Now I’d finally won.
I would have to find
My own reasons
To go on.
I would have to learn
How to enjoy life.
Somehow,
That sounded far more scarier
Than the dragon.
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