DRAGON SKELETON

I bear the dark,
day and night.
Bear the hole, I repeat:
when too bad things happen we take a while to accept them,
so much so that at first they don’t even seem real.
And, while the head takes time to understand them,
the heart becomes a piece of hell.
So don’t hate your hole,
stroke it every now and then,
but don’t get too attached to it.
Otherwise it will never pass.
The weight of the dark will hold,
I look after it like a dragon skeleton.
The world outside is in flames and I have to endure the burning of the fire without becoming ashes.
Every pulverized thing I had to make it alive and every darkness I had to make Light.