I'd like to make peace with all the dragons in my head- all
those dark creatures who came in the open door of my childhood and bedded down.
I've denied them, all the same I've fed them rather well.
They've grown fat on my hatred, multiplied like rabbits in the warm nest of my obsession, over populated my psyche with their kids. I'm very kind to other peoples dragons, It's my own I'm not able to forgive.
to meet them face to face, get to know them, where they came from, why they came.
It's hard to love my enemies, Lord-
To make peace with intrusive creatures who move in
first then signd those long term leases in my head.
Please come in and help me face the dragons. (help me not to run if it breathe's a little fire).
I'd like to meet a really scaly monster, shake his hand. You know I'm not some princess in a palace, who thinks it rather nice to kiss a prince.
But if I learn to love that ugly dragon, could you change her to a princess before too long?
By Marilee Zdenek