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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Response to a fellow writer and dragon slayer
http://www.facebook.com/notes/eva-day/the-gift-of-fire-by-eva-day/482899083178
This is my reply to a fellow writer who is on the home run
Like a bear we hibernate, alone in in our cave of despair. Waiting for the sun of our lives to reappear.. The golden rays to shine down on us, to renew and energise.
our distorted mind tells lies, says we will never feel those rays, we are changed for all our days, and nights will never bring respite. We are warriors, we are champions we tell ourselves, why then can we not win this fight.
We have battled with with more monsters than the Dragon on his own for he brings with him compadres we have never known, the creatures that he brings his partners in crime, fear pain,doubt just to name a few, itching twitching a dreadful brain ague..
I know the battle for I have fought it twice, both times I fell at the feet of this dragon crowing my defeat.. No Surrender No Retreat Is my warriors call.. I will kill you, destroy you, I will make you die. Alas he says you have no chance for I live strong within you.
There are more ways to kill a dragon that fill it up with drugs, I decide my next battle will be to kill the beast with love.
I love my Dragon with all my being, He is unclear uncertain he thinks about fleeing..Love you say... Is not my way, I feed upon your pain, you have nothing to win and nothing to gain, go on, go on, take those drugs again let me feel your anguish fear & Pain.
But I will not subscribe to the dragons deep desire, I will take another tack to get this monster off my back..
I laugh I smile I fill my world with Joy, for the dragon hates the brightness of laughter love and Sun. he quakes and shakes and withers in the light of joy, his warriors post a swift retreat. To neat, to sweet, to light to fill their bellies.. They need the pain they want our fear, to decimate us.
Victory we cry as we withhold the repast they desire.. I am a dreamer, a high wire flyer... So as you count these last days down. fill the space with smiles again, use your loving wiles to deny this dragon his last repast starve him of anger, of fear of pain. feel the sun coming back and learn to smile and feel joy again.
This is the last battle of the dragon you fight, perhaps the hardest, definitely the most light..So open the curtains, arise from the couch, remind yourself what it was like when your world was bright, smile at your man and start a new day for you soon you will have the energy required to play...
The campaign is done, you amongst us have won, you have fought in the trenches, battled at the front line..Rise up Rise up...The War you have won........A new life for you is waiting to be done....Practise your skills and make yourself smile...30 days or less my beautiful child....
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Fine work...I'm finding poetry,very interesting.
ReplyDeleteI can tell my son the why & the wherefore of things,as only a father can & yet I read him an article just finished & was as bashful as an infant,hands sctratch my nut,then my calf,losing place,all a dither.Confidence,I do not lack My words flow like gravy.Surely it's the fear of,revealing our thinking laid out for all to see & judge,whereas speech is momentarily as is the judgment.What chance have I got of reciting prose,to another.