In the day time, they call me Dragon Slayer. I am fierce, I am loyal, I work long and hard for those who need someone to stand for them.
But when night comes, I am weary, I am afraid of things that go bump in the night. I long for a time when someone would look under my bed and keep the monsters at bay. The Monsters, that wait, quietly, lurking in the quietness of my mind. Waiting for sleep to overtake me.
In the day time, I am strong, I am resolved, I am smart and I am cunning. I juggle many roles and few understand the toll it takes.
But when night comes, I long for the one who holds me and takes from me the need to be.. be strong, be capable, be in control. That I can rest knowing that he's got me, and nothing will harm while he is watching over me in my sleep.
In the day time, I network, I am loyal, I encourage, I want to do my best. Even when I know I am often faced with the fact that my best is not enough. This doesn't mean I have failed, it simply means there is nothing more I can do. I pick myself up and keep trying.
But when night comes, my heart hurts, I am faced with the fact my best could not be enough. I long for the one who eases the ache, who whispers love, who lets me be the woman that needs to be held and loved.
In the day time, I am woman hear me ROAR!!!
But... when night time comes, the little girl in me that lays hidden, who longs to be held, and loved, and cherished, and taken care of misses the one who made it safe for her to show herself.