…and it’s name is Dragon.
I don’t know how much you guys know about dragons, I’ve loved them since I was a child so through the years I’ve learned quite a lot of their legend, mythology.
My anger needed a name, needed an image in my mind so I can help to contain it when I need to and as I was thinking about the characteristics….the first thing that popped into my head was a dragon.
When I’m calm it sleeps, curled up on it’s treasure trove of bad memories, it’s nest of nightmares that feed it.
Arouse it at your peril, by waking that sleeping pile of scales you bring it’s wrath upon you. Slowly it will beat it’s wings and rises up to the pounding thunder of their rhythm, claws scraping at the ground as it takes off ready to gouge deep wounds into those that roused him.
His belly filled with fire that he spews over anyone who wrongs him, scattering the molten bile not caring who it may hit in its aftermath.
His tail swinging ready to catch you with a sideswipe when you least expect it. His jaws lined with fangs that can rip your innards out, can bite you clean in two with one snap.
He is wide awake today, he has been since last night and I’m struggling to let him go back to sleep when all I want to do is let him fly free.