Steal all your gold
Back from those who do not know how to treasure it
Take it from their careless hands
Hold it gently as you coax it back into yourself
Tell them 'this is not how to handle a heart'
Because it was, a heart
That you put into their tender care
See how bruised it is now, how aching?
Do not learn from this the act of anger though
Do not now hoard your gold, dragoness
You can be fierce and gentle at the same time
Give your jewels to those who you adore
And if they break them, bury them, treat with roughness that which you gifted
Then rear your head back, firechild
The sun is inside you, and she says sometimes it is okay
To raise a little hell