Tuesday, October 09, 2007
My Dragons . . . My Pets
Name your dragons . . . then slay them.
But I've put names to their faces. They have grown on me. They are a part of me . . . of my life. They have been with me for so long and I don't know how to live without them. They never leave me alone . . . abandon me.
Over the years, I have learned each of their needs. I feed them. I pay them attention. I keep them safe.
My dragons are my pets.
But, I must move on now. I am packing up my boxes. They have grown too large for boxes, and I can't afford the cost of keeping them any longer. No dragons allowed where I am going. No dragons allowed.
I feel a sadness. I feel an emptiness. I feel afraid to go on without them.
What will become of me without them?
What will I become without them?
How will I recognize myself anymore?
Who will keep me company when all else fails?
Like a baby must leave her blanket . . . a child must leave her teddy bear . . . a girl must leave her dolls . . .
A woman is leaving her past . . . all she has come to know . . . all she has believed as truth . . .
All she has lived as real . . .
This woman must leave all of those things . . . it is time.
Potions, Lotions and Magic Charms: Rock and Roll, a couple of beers and lots of packing tape! Call it a kinky spa treatment - anything for beauty!
This is what I now know: Sometimes starvation hurts deeper and kills quicker than a sword.
He said / She said: Despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, I have not been able to answer... the great question that has never been answered: what does a woman want? Sigmund Freud