Fighting Dragons

Fighting dragons is no easy task;
It demands great strength and a dark mask.
When the days grow long and dreary,
One mustn’t give in to feeling weary.

But sometimes fighting dragons becomes exhausting…
And one day you suddenly realize the price it’s costing.
When the dragons rest and you try to play,
You always find there are more dragons to slay.

You carry little ones you must protect,
A heavy burden you cannot neglect.
Some days I want to put down my sword,
Hoping I won’t have to fight anymore.

But that’s not an option for people like me.

I keep running from dragons;

And Dragons…keep chasing me.

I thought I was strong, that I could keep myself safe…
But the dragons creep closer, and there’s no escape.
Hopes and dreams I once held tight…
Have vanished like shadows stolen by night.

People don’t understand why I must fight,
But the dragons keep coming, relentless in their might.
I have to keep my little ones alive,
Even if the dragons will cause me to die.

And I’m so tired because those who were supposed to keep me safe are those very dragons…
That now announce their arrival in the night with cannons…
We are cornered. We are scared.
There’s no one to protect me and it’s not fair.

But with my small but mighty sword I will do all that I can to keep the dragons at bay…
And just maybe, just maybe, one dragon will let me get away.

This poem is not about dragons.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro