Red Dragons
A poem on bad days

Kid screaming for her toy; I’m lost someplace else, not entirely sure where - some dark itchy corner, surely not where I need to be. Picking at the zit, struggling to escape the act.
The screaming gets louder, I resist the urge to scream back. I’m not getting any best mom’s award today - there’s no debate.
Husband’s here - ‘what’s with you today?’ Fire rolls in my throat, from my eyes too I swallow them before they break free. He sees the signs, all too familiar — the red dragon days!
He treads with caution, not to wake the sleeping dragon, brings me a cup of coffee, extra strong; calms the kid and keeps away.
I drag myself out of bed — move about, do some chores, shake the lethargy off. Cook something, not to impress. Books on the floor, papers strewn around - This isn’t the day for me to react. ‘Cos the fire dragons are here to burn the house down.
I’ll watch them dragons, I’ll make peace with them. A tree, today, I’d rather be - Breathe in, breathe out... Watch the chaos inside and out. Stay grounded and weather it out.
I’m not myself today, and that’s okay — I’ll do my best, and let the rest be.
