It isn’t what you think. It isn’t what you think.
Fiction and reality are flip-flopping, the truth in the spaces between.
Dragons. Protecting and healing. Raw energy.
This came to be with me while facing death in the flesh.
A dead enemy pretending to threaten me.
Now I know it’s truth, I feel the fire consuming me.
Rising up in me as if it came from something empowering.
Talebearer taught to be true for the first time.
Snakes within crushed under my feet.
A riddle, a rhyme, or a divine reality.
open my palms upwardly, and Wardley finds me.
I knew it was true. I knew it. Dancing rejoicing.
This is my gift. My present for staying in the fire.
Even when it threatened to turn me to nothing but ashes.
I found the thought welcoming, a piece of me calling for peace.
Eternally, asking, asking, on repeat. Teach me how to operate this being.
I find myself forgetful of my own nature until it shakes and awakens me,
Blessings. Come rushing to save me. Knowledge beyond me,
Guidance enlightens my mind to its’ surroundings.
Whispering advising from the veil beneath.
This is me surrendering. Falling back to find
all I’ve spun into being under the label of fiction,
Is more honest than this reality screaming around me,
demanding my emotional energy. This is me taking back currency.
Got me breathing fire. Looking up. Come out of hiding ancient wisdom,
let me ride between your wings. Breathing life back into beings.