Inside the dark cave
He is shackled and torn
His body ravaged by the fight
Within him lies the danger
Lurking in the depths of his being
The dragon longs to be born
It seeks to destroy another warrior
It has seized him and now awaits
For its poison to consume him
Like so many before him
He thinks this is his fate
But something inside him longs
For the freedom of release
He has something yet that he must do
But he is weak and has traveled so long
He labors to breath and has little strength left
He uses it to stay alive
Further contemplation has left him
But there is a knock on the wall
He hears a sound echoing
pound… pound… pound…
It is in the distance
He knows not its source
He wonders what this means
Is it friend, or is it foe
POUND…POUND…POUND…
Whoa, it seems closer
His breathing intensifies
At first it feels like fear
But a trigger comes with a thought
It is not coming from the outside
It is coming from within me
POUND…POUND… POUND…
And suddenly he knows
It’s me he whispers
A range of emotions race through him
He slows his breath down
Counting slowly backwards from 10
9 (breath) 8 (breath) 7 (breath) 6 he breathes slower
5 (breath…)
4 (breath…)
3 (breath…)
2 (breath…)
1 (breath…)
He exhales fully and finds
His mind has stopped the racing
He blinks into the darkness
A small thin light appears
What is it???
He focuses all his attention on the light
Breathing slowly he eliminates all distraction
From within and from without
It is a glowing pen
I see you he says
The pen starts to write on the wall
It’s your time…
Is there someone holding you??
He says to the pen
The pen writes back to him
You are
I don’t understand, he shouts!!
You will, but not at first
What does that mean?????
Just breath in deeply and accept me
He breaths and wonders what this means
He thinks in silence and watches
The pen follows his lead
Waiting, both waiting
Then the pen writes on the wall
Just believe in me for I am you
From you, your words will tell
A tale so wondrous to be told
All across the land people are waiting
To read what you have written
How, I don’t know how
I will wait patiently for you
I will be your light
Speak to me and I will write
He is stunned
His mind tries
It comes slowly and it comes in spurts
But day turns over to day
And he speaks, the pen writes
And speaks, the pen writes
And speaks, the pen writes
With each passing day
His strength is renewed
He knows now this is meant to be
As time goes on, his words are written
Shining in the darkness they illuminate his space
Everything becomes clearer
Inside and out
Time no longer matters
He is deep within his soul
The dragon has diminished
It shrinks back as the WORD grows
He is feeling the power of this
He cannot stop
He will not stop
He is filled with stories
They are his food and water
And he has just begun
The world awaits
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