Older, but no wiser

You might think,
reading only the words here,
that I spend my time gloomy,
melancholy, anguished.
Actually,
it’s not like that;
not all of it, anyway.

People, life, worlds,
have many layers;
that which is so often exposed here
- or partially exposed, and ill-expressed at that -
is a place where dragons live:
angst, doubt, uncertainty;
self-loathing, fear,
I could go on...

Dwell here too long and
the dragons grow out of all proportion
seeming to be all there is. But really
there is so much more.