I was born a dragon,
a girl that breathes fire,
never afraid to take up space.
I ran in the wind, felt the air brush my cheeks, my long curls tousled from the breeze.
I was a force, a vision, a girl on a mission.
I would stare in the eyes of anyone, unafraid, unbothered.
I was brave in a world telling me
I would never be enough.
Some time in the years or months or days or hours between then and now
a fire burned out.
I shrank.
Shriveled up under the pressure.
I suffocated under expectations.
A girl with big dreams
big thoughts in a loud voice
went silent.
It's hard to say when it happened,
how it happened, but my voice got quiet.
Things I wanted to say,
the person I wanted to be; where are they?
I grew up and dreams change, but did I?
Who am I?
Am I suffocating under the pressure of your love?
I cannot breathe.
All I see are expectations.
Things people want from me leave me drowning,
gasping for air,
but I... I am the girl that breathes fire.
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The Dragon That Breathes Flowers
PoetryA collection of poetry exploring struggles and growth through the destruction of family obligations and expectations, through love and the ones that weren't the one. Poetry that aims to capture the human experience. I hope it resonates with you wher...
