Sabrina Malan

To Slay a Dragon Sabrina Malan

What is more scary to a child than a story tells of a witch that lies in wait to gobble them up? Or what causes a young heart to race like the fight between a large monstrous beast and a small knight? For centuries adults have been sharing these stories with children in hopes of teaching them positive morals and a strong character. For myself, nothing from any fairy tale that I've ever read or heard brings me more fear than my own personal experiences with the adults that became my own personal monsters. The memory of these monsters has haunted me my entire adult life. They are the demons that pop up at all hours of the day and night snarling into my ears and bellowing fierce cataclysmic pyroclastic clouds of events from my past that erupt in vulgar remembering. My monsters come in the most terrifying forms such as the Basilisk and the great Tarragon! These memories are the dragons that I would nearly escaped at every turn - not fearing death but rather fearing further torture. Unlike most people that I know, I don't fear the unknown no I fear all the horror and dread that I have known. Like all small children I was unable to protect myself from them. Like all tyrannical abusers, mine used their influence and dominance to set themselves up as the all powerful Supremacy in my tiny insignificant life - at that time and in all reality, they were. This was true then but the LIE, this fabrication or exaggeration of how powerful they were and how insignificant I was and always would be, remained true as long as I believed in the ruthless words of these demons these monsters, my monsters. My monsters that had horns and would breathe fire! As time has passed my perspective has shifted. These memories have become distanced by time and therefore have changed shape. I realize now that my monsters have become dragons, and ... Dragons can be slain!!