Who am I?
What am I?
Not so very long ago, though it feels an eternity,
I thought I knew.
I was a dragon, beautiful and untameable
as the skies through which I soared,
with you as my wings, my companion, my Rider.
One smile from you, and the fires of my
soul flared with a joy that seared the very
blood of my veins and lit my eyes a fantastic
shade of blue.
Now my eyes are duller, the joy little more
than a memory almost too painful to recall,
my soulfire smouldering in the ashes
of an unbearable reality.
I am grounded, flightless without the wings you stripped me of,
timid from the despair you bestowed when you left me alone.

I am a wolf, a wounded, wild thing
and though I am beautiful,
I am also lost, feral.
Keep your distance, for because I am hurt,
I will protect what little I have left however possible.
Do not tarry near my boarders to listen to the packsong,
claiming rightiousness;
I'll hunt you down and tear out that shit you call a heart.
I am the warrior from the shadows, always on guard,
keeping safe those lost like me,
who seek shelter in this forest of constant twilight.

I am a girl, faerie child who has lost her way,
but continues to masquerade through the light of day.
My nights are shadowed by your ghost,
and so I am spurred to armour myself with images and
constant action,
afraid to let anyone get too close while nursing the wounds you inflicted so deeply, at the same time longing for renewed life.

I am Saphira. Untameable dragon.
I am Wolfcry. Wounded warrior.
I am Laura.

Who are you?

8/5/07, 12:51 am