Dragon at the door

I woke this morning with a

Dragon at the door, his

Faul breath steaming, his

Teeth, tongue, fiery scales.

He lay across the door and

Looked at me, wryly,

Knew the jolt of fear arising.

I look at him, he at me,

And I looked away,

Closed the door.

That dragon is my fear of me,

My grandeur, my wonder,

The right, my demand, I have

To these in every pore of my body.

Instead I suffocate myself away.

Best done in relationship where

In the name of love, compassion, caring

I make myself invisible, insignificant

Insubstantial, a ghost of a person.

This is the dragon I am to fight

Not slay, but wrestle, his acid

Saliva dripping and his eyes blazing.

My fear of giving all I can be

To myself, then others can partake of

The riches, the abundance that doth

Overflow. Before I give there I must

Give here. I must defeat the dragon.