Slaying the dragon
Isn’t done in a single blow
It fights with everything
From the places it has manifested,
Made a lair from the bones of my old excuses,
And each blow struck
Bathes me in its blood
The prima materia
Dissolving
Renewing me as I fight
Better poised to defeat it
A steep climb
But my hands are strong
They speak to my feeling
Its expression of my will
Breathing the air and finding it
Sweet for not knowing
How much air remains
To
Breathe
MB Blissett 
Oh yeah! I really like this one.
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thank you.
It all comes from somewhere, the fight to be better within and for ourselves, and in turn, others.
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Absolutely.
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It also comes from the things I’m thinking about and reading. New ways to express old things.
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Yes. I understand that. Inspiration comes from many places.
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