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Donna and the Dragon

I watch
as you seek the breathing dragon 
with a heart of love.
Loneliness drives your images 
While your heart craves connection.

You pass 
letters of lonliness 
to the universe 
hoping for mercy.
You lost 
yourself 
somewhere in an ideal 
that never was.

I feel 
your desire 
for a relationship 
that would provide you 
with your wishes,
as you have come 
to know them. 

I think 
you hope for more 
to be added.
Something unknown to you 
but good. 

The anklet 
which identifies you. 
The bracelets 
which commit you. 
And the collar of devotion 
to which you aspire. 
A mantle 
placed upon your shoulders 
signifying you are loved and watched over
and bound to a duty 
contracted by your heart.

You approach 
in trepidation, 
seeking the strength 
which demands you 
To which you weaken every time 
relishing your surrender.

Your heart hopes 
in every known way 
to live this love. 
And your celebration 
of womanhood 
is completed in this. 

There will be times 
the demand will make you cry. 
Sometimes from pain, 
sometimes from joy.
You are more than willing 
to pay the cost
You desire to do it. 
You need it.

But you see, 
you can only imagine 
what is across the river of trials.
You don't have the courage to cross. 
You don't write the invitation 
to cause a man to come. 
Instead you interrogate your love.

What is there in your mind 
that is deliberate?
Will it acquire 
what your heart desires?
How would you know? 
You are lost.
Lost people seek desperate remedies.
We should all have the good sense
to reach out to the one who loves us

Instead, 
you wander in circles, 
discontent,
in your lonliness
and too scared to act 
like a big girl.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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