escape....

When we cannot
Stand it anymore,
We seek escape
From pain.

There are a hundred ways;
A drink, a pill,
Run up a hill.

Or project the
Storm,
And fight the dragon
In many forms.

There is another
Way, I'm told.
A secret whispered
Long ago.

The dragon is,
Within our hearts;
Side by side,
With the doe.

This way is not
To run or slay,
But for a marriage
To be made.

by yours truly