I have misused the gift

the dream handed me
when I was seven
and could still fly

soaring into the future
with no wings to slow the glide

Tumbling into distortions
allowing the disarray
to alter my passage

I was naked and believing all the rhetoric
fed by the writers of children’s books

How it always ended up alright

How mom and Dad would find me
in the teeth of the Dragon
just in time
and snatch safety from despair

But no

the Dragon bites like a bitch

and no one came

no one at all.