I ran away in 2003... landed in a state far away... ended up homeless... moved here to Montana... but decided to face old demons and traveled back to Costa Rica... traveled to England... moved to Costa Rica... traveled to Europe and around the world... lived in Thailand... now resting back here in Montana.
Was it life or death? I dunno; but, one decision led to another. I couldn't have predicted it.
I've been back in Montana three months... too long imho. Should've been here in April and Thailand in July. It's a long trip: 10 time zones west, 14 east. I've flown both. One word: exhausting.
Her scales glistened in the light.
She was a Prism shining brightly
projecting a spectrum of color
from red to violet across the skies.
Like sunlight bursting through the lingering rain
or mist after a tempest,
she encapsulated the essence of a rainbow.
Her majestic wings blended in with the clouds around her
tempering her radiance in a soft yet brilliant hue.
Pastel colors but colors all the same
like faded memories of a happy past that still linger;
distant dreams that one can't recall completely but still spark ingenuity.
Much like the Dove of Biblical lore,
this Dragon offered a blessing after a storm
flying high and bringing hope!
Author's Note: Write a Free Verse Poem written for "WDC Dragon Vale"
Prompt: Write a story/poem featuring your Dragon. For context... I adopted a Dragon named Prism for this activity.
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