I raged against these walls

with rabid fury.

I didn’t like the size; 

the wait and the hurry.

 

But there isn’t a door

nor a window, nor rift. 

I’m trapped in the darkness 

alone and adrift. 

 

I fought until I eventually

grew tired. 

My body was quiet 

but my spirit rose higher.

 

I sat there long enough

and just took it in.

There is a dragon breathing 

and I am the heart within. 

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                     -S.E. Crawford