A Roaring Dragon Spewing Fire Poem by Doris Cornago

When I miss someone and receive no word about his whereabouts, many thoughts enter my mind. The first thought is whether he's doing everything possible to contact me, and if not, what is his reason. Then, arrows of doubt assail me, left and right, pricking me until the fearsome creature in me arises, a thing from my past, but who's always there to balance my kind and helpful selfless nature. Duality is experiential for me, extremes of nature present in one person. The reason why I avoided loving too much is that I could also hate too much. Don't judge please, but learn.