nomadwolf1222

In my dreams I ride on dragons Of fire and dew, blood-red And pure white. In my dreams I have the confidence to love my body, But this is dream-shown in the way I flaunt it And in the way They want it As They want others. I am Not the stunted one, second-best with the speech impediment. I do not compete endlessly with those Of the bee-stung lips, fragile bones sliding Smoothly under untainted skin. My dragons and I, We soar through clouds made of the souls lost To the soul-less. Our sun is hidden beyond The mountains in the distance. Those tall towers With words carved into them, Words I cannot read from this distance. We fly