Dancing in the Dark

Dancing in the dark I close my eyes and see clearly into my world. Spinning and twirling I feel the agony and ecstasy of a pure release of my own essence. Not denying myself, I follow the whispers in my heart to carry me along. I am the breeze of a spring day fighting with a raging thunderstorm. Bolts of lightening seek to destroy the fertility of my being like heat seeking missiles searching for a target. Wrestling with the reality of my existence, I let the fire and ice wage a war while I wait passively for the outcome.

Entering each new day I am thrusted onto the front lines of a battle. Looking upon the face of another dragon that must be slayed by me for me to allow the healing of the previous night to begin. Confronting many dragons, I am battle-worn and weakened. The celebration of conquest is short lived, as I never truly win.