Every morning when I wake, I have to fight a dragon
It is a fierce thing, that claws at me and pushes me down
Weighing me with thoughts on the coming day and what might go wrong
But I always defeat it
And get myself going
But when I look around, I see no one else fought a dragon
I try to complain, but they just brush it off, saying that they faced nothing more than a gecko, that they flicked off their bed
Why was I the only one to fight a dragon?
Why was theirs no more than a lizard?
That’s not fair
When something went wrong, I fell in a hole
It wasn’t that deep, but I could not climb out
Nothing accompanied me at the bottom but sticks and rope
Trying and failing to make a ladder
Frustrating and giving up in an endless pattern
Until finally, I climb up the ladder and onto the earth again
I look around and everyone else is out
With stairs and sturdy ladders to get out of their holes
They ask me why I took so long when all they had to do was take a few steps
I try to explain why dilemma
And I was met with rolling eyes and sarcastic ‘aws’
And even n angry voice
Telling me that I was blowing everything out of proportion
But I had no ladder?
What right had they to tell me that my fight was no fight?
That’s not fair
I was walking along one day
And the storm clouds came, thundering and dark
And I was rained on horribly.
When I look around, everyone else has an umbrella
They look at me with confused faces
“Why don’t you have an umbrella? Get yourself an umbrella”
But they do not offer their own
How do I get an umbrella?
I look around, I have no money, I see no shop for umbrellas
But I find one
A horrible little one, with holes that let in the rain.
People look at me with disdain
Why is this girl so bad at picking umbrellas? She is still getting rained on.
And so I go home, leaving the umbrella with all the others, and stay there
People ask me why I fight a dragon, why I have to build a ladder, why I have no umbrellas
But my explanation never pleases.
But what I ask back, is
“why don’t you?”