A unicorn

I dreamed that I could have a unicorn. She, this particular unicorn, would be pregnant and soon I’d have the start of a glory. (Glory being a heard of unicorns.) So, to that, in my own way, I could bring magic back to the world.

Now, I don’t want to own a unicorn because who could possess something so precious? Instead, I choose to become a unicorn.

I’d persist in igniting the rebellious passions of young poets. I’d dare to show off my horn of power. Not in a narcissistic way but as a guiding light, a mentor in the storm. Not only would I inspire others to grow their own hords, I’d rise above my own dimming tendancies and continue to mother the light I give off.

Aren’t well all our own god, myth, legend living out extrordinary times? We must rise up and accept the mantle that is our birthright. To be legendary. To.protect the dignity of others. To unite in hope instead of falling prey to the vultures of limitations.

They’re just nay-saying bullies. They look backwards and want to time travel to a better world, instead of creating one right in the present.

Now is all we have. We are all we got. So grow the power within and show others just how it’s done.