Coming home grounds me, takes me back to simpler times,
When answers were easy and the only decisions to make were
what to wear and when to eat.
Nothing is simple now.
Not my wandering mind, nor a heart that longs to find
peace in the midst of daily storms.
The road ahead is paved with trouble of my own creation, a
world of my own choice.
Yet I embrace this dragon, this beast that seemed like a
good idea;
A time when taming dragons demonstrated noble pursuits
and even nobler people.
But the dragon has grown and it needs more and more to
sustain itself.
I am in awe of its beauty, even as I sense its ability to
burn me up with one casual breath.
I want to grow close to this beast, to understand it and match
the heat of its intensity.
But it is not my friend. It tolerates me and expects me
to give it more than I am willing to concede.
I cannot release it. It is too much a part of me to grant
it freedom now.
So I move forward with resolve; fearful of what I have
become.
Embracing this changling, this dragon-like beast that
only a few years ago
Cowered in fear at the unknown world that I was creating.
As I accept the task at hand, I know a piece of me may be
destroyed in the process.
A new creation will emerge, one that resembles the old in
strange and familiar ways.
A steadfast creature, standing firm in my resolve to defeat
the person inside,
Even as I realize that indelible part of me was never
meant to die.
Victory is elusive, yet it calls to me like a siren song.
Like the call of a beast longing for its familiar home.
Even when the victory is won, the battle inside will rage
on,
Till the dual heart we share beats no more.
