The Dragon

sleeps peacefully
now.
Her bright scales
pangolined into
a cosy ball.
Her yellow eyes
closed,
and dead to
the world.
What remains
of her
fire: a
few tiny
embers.

She is content
in the knowing
that
she will
rise again.
She will
pierce the sky
with roars
and fire.

The girl
opens her eyes,
feet finding
the floor.
Coffee,
contemplation.
The quest
of
another day.

Grateful for
the opportunity
to do good,
to add beauty
to the world.
To make a
difference,
to add wonder,
to every interaction,
and hope to
every
human
she meets.

This is
how she
feeds her dragon.
This is how
she’ll rise above
the storm.
This is
her path.
They both know this.

The time
for change
is drawing near.
The tendrils
of smoke
now snaking through
much of
her everyday
life.

A dragon
can only sleep
for so long,
after all.

~Lu