RiverJordan

Mind Dragon

 

 each thought storms the calm, black waters,

 

an unarmed toy soldier is crushed inside a sand castle,

 

straddling a line across the dirt; beneath are rising pitch forks,

 

an angel with clipped wings, asks to dance,

 

my head yells" TAME THE DRAGON. ",

 

pinching tingles rushes his veins; he stands contorted ,engulfed in after burn,

 

his flesh becomes scaley flames,

 

unscathed by the nerve incinerating pain, 

 

undiminished by the furious rain,

 

he tames the mind; becomes the dragon in the wind,

 

guardian of his own head,

 

centered after breathlessness,

 

each steady deep breath;  beckons it to near death,

 

the dragon is now slain.

 

only to rise,

only to fly,

only to conquer,

once again.








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