I may not have a body that’s hand-crafted marble

With each curve and dip being smooth and alluring,

Or a mind tuned as precisely as a clock,

Or manners as polished as fine as fine jewels…

But I have a dragon’s heart.

 

I seek those that ache and those that are lost.

I give them my heart; my humor,

My kindness, my empathy,

My respect.

 

And then, when they are ready,

They go back out into the big, wide world all new and

Refreshed.

And I keep their pain inside my breast,

As I do my own - all my fears and doubts -

Cradling  the boiling, seething mess inside.

 

I cried out in fear.

 

I stare up at the constellation Draco,

And ask him: How did you do it?

How did you hold the evil of the fallen prince,

All his bloodlust and greed?

 

I have no firey breath or 

Razor-thin claws or

Sickle-like teeth! There is

Nothing...

Nothing for me to hold the blazing

Pain away from the curious fingers of others.