Poem: Child of the dragons
By: Linda M. Crate
i’ve seen the dragons
they come out
at night
when everyone is sleeping
drift through the clouds
with their eyes
large as the moon,
and they watch me underneath an audience
of stars but they never hurt me;
despite the fact i’m a damsel
they seem to know
i’m not in
distress,
and perhaps they admire that
strength of mine—
or perhaps they’ve seen the intensity of
my passion burning hotter than
the flames of distant
stars,
echoing into every facet of everything
i do
because i refuse to be anything
less than me;
i’ve seen the dragons and they’ve told me
one day they’ll carry me home,
but today i am to fly
on my own
wings.