Sun, 03/17/2019 - 14:15 -- sophiap

When I was little I had a dragon

He didn’t have a name

Or maybe he did and I can’t remember

Because I would rather forget

He was always there

Keeping me company late at night

Or in a busy mall

Or with my family


And I hated him


“Why won't you leave me alone?”

I would cry

He never would respond


I sought to conquer my dragon

But I was too young to know how to do it by myself


My mother gave me a book one day

She said it was time that we defeat this dragon together

But by then I had grown too old

The dragon was now entangled with me

I had grown and with him

He was knotted around me like a weed

Slowly growing bigger


I didn’t know a life without the dragon


My mother gave me a pen one day

We wrote together

I wrote the stories of my dragon

Ones where he made everything in my world feel strange and scary


Together, my mother and I rewrote the stories

I had my toolkit

We wrote everyday

And one day the dragon was written out of the story


When I was little I had a story

One without a dragon in it

One that I made myself 


This poem is about: 



A story about me

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