In the fire of my anger I dream of dragons. My enemy is myself as I face the fear within me in hate torn streams of a broken soul. Where is the peace I yearn for? Where is the laughing joy I know in the center of the mirror of a lake?
The dragon looks at me, daring me to unleash it onto the tiny worlds of revenge I create in the darkest corners of my being. Then I forgive and the dragon fades. I forgive for myself and not for those who wrong me. I forgive to save my soul and no one else. For I only have the power to save myself.