My friend, we are not unicorns,

But dragons!

Full of fire.

Welling with generosity.

Sensitive to every tide

and shift of the barometer.

Fueled by passion.

Righteous in ancient tradition.

Bleeding tenderness and hope.

So sorely misunderstood

and under valued.

Especially when we love most deeply,

reveal our sensitive nature,

and suppress our power.

We submit to others

so that they can feel strong.

We are so powerful that we can suppress our very own needs,

to the point of falling ill and weak,

until inside us awakens the dragon heart

and we become so much love,

so much joy,

that the entire world lights up from our magnificence

and all doubt and judgment fades,

revealing our scales,

our scars,

and our wounds.

Stepping

proudly,

unapologetically,

fully

into our power.