As I ran and ran towards the empty meadow on the hill,
fear chasing me like a dog & it's tail,
I noticed once again my feet were on fire burning the greenest grass underneath me.
I run faster, hoping to extinguish this fire made from within.
I see the fire spread faster towards my sore thighs.
"NO! PLEASE! I NEED TO REACH THERE BEFORE!" I scream to the never listening sky.
I can hear the large beating of wings, distant, but I understand.
Not once have I been able to do it without them coming for me. Unwanted help. Unneeded help.
I reach the meadow, encircled with green trees that never break the unseen barrier of nature & fiction,
just as the fire reaches my heart and I fall in pain.
Always with the fire. Wasn't it supposed to stop after the first time?
The feared help I didn't want reaches me, just as I do it.
I can see myself like a mirror.
Growing to full size. Full potential. Fiery breath burning my throat.
I am majestic. I am the feeling I feed the most.
I am a burning fire in the middle of a vast empty space.
I am a golden dragon. All metallic, I breath fire into the innocent sky that has seen so much.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
I feed power, so I shall grow powerful.
I am forever superior.
I will forever prove to myself and the world, and especially to the other dragons that come to aid when unneeded, that I can do anything. Even as I fear I will fail. I shall not.