Facing the Dragons

I'm tired.  

So tired.  

I just want to curl up.  

yes, right in this hallway,

and just i don't know,

sleep?

Let it all go?

It's too overwhelming.  

I've lost that fire.  

Lost that flame.  

No more am I 

"the girl on fire"

More like 

"the girl who's too tired".

But then I remember,

I've been given this chance for a reason.  

I now face the fire.  

I'm not fire,

I'm vulnerable 

to the flames shooting from the dragon

or should i say

dragonS.

and so I rise,

but not alone,

I sense you with me,

your helping hand hovering before and behind me,

you're helping me

to face 

the dragons

of my everyday life.  

Because I know deep deep down

that you would never give me a challenge,

that I could not and can not overcome.   

So with your help,

I'll fight to the last.  

*think of this as the intro poem to all these future ones in this collection:P