Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Nov 4, 2016 19:11:06 GMT -5
So I wanted to add an explanation before I showed my essay to you guys. In English we were reading Beowulf and we had to write an essay about our own personal "dragon" something we think we can't conquer and ways to conquer it... Well I decided to do mine a little bit differently and decided to show you guys because I was really proud of it anywho please don't take it or anything as this is incredibly special to me. so without further ado~
Anxiety
The dragon sleeps on its pulsing bed, radiating warmth and almost completely at peace. It doesn’t take much for this dragon to be at peace, it doesn’t require a horde of gold, it isn’t greedy or violent like other dragons. This is how the dragon came to be trapped in this porcelain cage, elegantly crafted and beautiful, the cage is strong, sturdy. The dragon isn’t able to escape from the cage and so it sleeps, protected by the heat of its bed, only to be woken up by outsiders.
Loud and obnoxious these outsiders rattle the porcelain cage and shine spotlights into the dragon’s sleepy eyes, watching and waiting for it to wake up, to do something interesting, to step off of its safe bed and roar as if to say “Yes world, I’m still here.”
But the dragon doesn’t do that, the dragon blinks its glowing eyes at those outsiders and turns away, kneading and tearing at its thumping bed, trying to be comfortable once again. The dragon no longer sleeps as deeply, its bed is now torn and broken and the outsiders continue to close in, making the dragon feel suffocated in its porcelain cage.
Eventually the outsiders quiet down, stop rattling the cage and turn off their spotlights, but the damage is done. The dragon is restless now, continually tearing at its bed, ruining the beating mound until nothing is left for the dragon to sleep on.
The outsiders come back again, shouting and yelling, all of them much too loud for the delicate ears of the dragon. A rumble begins deep in the throat of the dragon, the first act of defiance that it has shown since they trapped it in the porcelain cage. Silence fills the cage and the outsiders stare.
The dragon steps off of its ruined bed, claws scratching against the dusty floor. Its deep blue eyes stared at each of the outsiders in turn, its heart pounding in its own porcelain cage. Up close, the cage seems weak and the outsiders insignificant, so the dragon growls again, the deep sound reverberating against the dark walls. Heart racing the dragon lets out a roar and that cage -that beautiful porcelain trap- shatters, raining down on the outsiders and the dragon alike, but the dragon is unharmed, protected by its shining silver scales.
For the first time the dragon is free. Its breath heaving from what it has just done the dragon turns around, blinking at what was once its only home. All that is left is a bed, shredded and ruined, no longer warm and inviting, and shards of porcelain scattered across the floor all ranging in size from a grain of rice to a piece of bone.
The dragon turns to the world now available to it and hesitates, fear clouding its thoughts and halting its movement. The safety and security of what it knows wars with the excitement and fear of what it doesn’t know. The dragon swallowed its fear and took a step, plummeting off a cliff and snapping its wings open, swallowing all fear that it has and taking off into the air.
Anxiety
The dragon sleeps on its pulsing bed, radiating warmth and almost completely at peace. It doesn’t take much for this dragon to be at peace, it doesn’t require a horde of gold, it isn’t greedy or violent like other dragons. This is how the dragon came to be trapped in this porcelain cage, elegantly crafted and beautiful, the cage is strong, sturdy. The dragon isn’t able to escape from the cage and so it sleeps, protected by the heat of its bed, only to be woken up by outsiders.
Loud and obnoxious these outsiders rattle the porcelain cage and shine spotlights into the dragon’s sleepy eyes, watching and waiting for it to wake up, to do something interesting, to step off of its safe bed and roar as if to say “Yes world, I’m still here.”
But the dragon doesn’t do that, the dragon blinks its glowing eyes at those outsiders and turns away, kneading and tearing at its thumping bed, trying to be comfortable once again. The dragon no longer sleeps as deeply, its bed is now torn and broken and the outsiders continue to close in, making the dragon feel suffocated in its porcelain cage.
Eventually the outsiders quiet down, stop rattling the cage and turn off their spotlights, but the damage is done. The dragon is restless now, continually tearing at its bed, ruining the beating mound until nothing is left for the dragon to sleep on.
The outsiders come back again, shouting and yelling, all of them much too loud for the delicate ears of the dragon. A rumble begins deep in the throat of the dragon, the first act of defiance that it has shown since they trapped it in the porcelain cage. Silence fills the cage and the outsiders stare.
The dragon steps off of its ruined bed, claws scratching against the dusty floor. Its deep blue eyes stared at each of the outsiders in turn, its heart pounding in its own porcelain cage. Up close, the cage seems weak and the outsiders insignificant, so the dragon growls again, the deep sound reverberating against the dark walls. Heart racing the dragon lets out a roar and that cage -that beautiful porcelain trap- shatters, raining down on the outsiders and the dragon alike, but the dragon is unharmed, protected by its shining silver scales.
For the first time the dragon is free. Its breath heaving from what it has just done the dragon turns around, blinking at what was once its only home. All that is left is a bed, shredded and ruined, no longer warm and inviting, and shards of porcelain scattered across the floor all ranging in size from a grain of rice to a piece of bone.
The dragon turns to the world now available to it and hesitates, fear clouding its thoughts and halting its movement. The safety and security of what it knows wars with the excitement and fear of what it doesn’t know. The dragon swallowed its fear and took a step, plummeting off a cliff and snapping its wings open, swallowing all fear that it has and taking off into the air.
