In front of me.

I read an empowering post today, which spoke of strength and spoke of such freedom and discovery, in a clear, clean truth. Truth and perception, compassionately discovering life's pulse. I closed my eyes and began breathing, nervously seeking out, this author's strength, but found myself fearful of relenting, everything is in front of me, beyond the Dragon. Metaphorically speaking "the Dragon" is the constant fog of the morphine or maybe its just my being too weak. I closed my eyes and felt him in front of me and circled away from his torment, only to feel him breathing in all the fog and leaving me to my pain. Can I feel this pulse of life, in all that, I sought out the suns ribbons of light, growing, taking, sharing? I hear the words, I have drawn in my mind, what they are saying, but honestly, I only hear my heart beating and the deeper I reach into my inner-self, the clearer the Dragon becomes. I walk in the dragons foot steps and at times, I hear him stop, I smell the broken earth and I almost see what he's done. I don't know any other way to describe something so powerful, so wanted, so hated and so a part of my everyday, that nothing else is in front of me. The Dragon is my light and my darkness, my deepest inner strength and my real weakness. I am being his self and he rules the hours that are left of me. If I could take, again, I would reach past the Dragon for what is in front of me.