The dragons of my past have roots in George.
His name I carried through the fire and forge
Until the time I learned that life is more
Than simply moving forward, stoned and sore.
The family life that gave me such a past
Was filled with shadows, pains which cast
Shooting flames into my very being–
Drinking, touching, words which marred my seeing
Thus I too plunged into wayward living,
sought connection through physical ‘giving.’
Sordid, God sent a friend who would not touch
Who loved me despite my past paths’ ways, such
those shadows abated for light to flow
A sense of wonderment began to grow…
Dragon flames were buried deep in my soul
Gently the wind of friendship blew across
Disarming shadows, extending grace full
Hope, revealing life’s beauty, purging dross.
George transformed, became a different figure
No longer defining, contributing
Elements concrete-the edges obscure
With hope’s light taking away the flame’s sting–
Allowing faith in love that does not burn
With the pain and passion of fear-filled shame.
My soul sought love, blessed hope to discern
A friendly dragon with a diff’rnt name.
Cooling the jets of fiery flame goes on
Time, relation, ever gifting new dawn.
This post is in response to the 100WCGU that asks us to incorporate our ideas in a sonnet-format. The challenges are many; 100 words being the goal to fulfill first of all then, there were requests about the verses. The first verse is in AA, BB, CC, DD, EE, FF, GG, HH, II format and the second is the more challenging a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g with the stipulation that each verse be 14 lines and carry 10 syllables. What a delicious challenge. Hopefully, I conveyed some of the intensity of life’s struggles while maintaining the integrity of the format. 🙂 Also, if someone can help me find the button or dropdown that lets you single space the posts, I’d be grateful! I’m nervous about this one… LOL! Enjoy!