The inner struggle is part of who I am: calm, control; panic, chaos; invisible, centre of attention. A fragile balance between existence and to be forgotten. I scream silently. A breeze, a shadow on the wall.
My dragons are my strength. I don’t fight them anymore. They’re the reason I exist, they give my hope. Sleeping monsters, guarding my soul. Scorched earth, destructive when awoken.
I’m torn by an invisible force, a fire rages inside me. You see me, but look right through me. Turned to dust, before life wasted.
The sword through my heart, the knife in my back. I wear them with pride. You try to defeat me, a battle with no end. I’m the George of my own dragon.