The Dragon Within You

There lives a dragon deep inside,

Not one that seeks a place to hide,

But one of fire, strength, and grace,

Whose ancient spirit fills your space.

It wakes when storms begin to rise,

When tears have gathered in your eyes,

When fear stands tall and shadows spin,

The dragon stirs and wakes within.

Its scales are forged from battles won,

From every race you’ve had to run,

From every scar and every fall,

The dragon keeps the strength of all.

Its wings are woven out of hope,

Helping weary hearts to cope,

Lifting dreams beyond the night,

Toward distant stars and morning light.

Its breath is courage fierce and bright,

A flame that pushes back the night,

Burning doubt and fear away,

To make room for a brand-new day.

The dragon knows what you forget—

The victories your soul has met,

The mountains climbed, the seas crossed through,

The endless strength that lives in you.

So when the road grows hard to see,

And life becomes a stormy sea,

Place your hand upon your heart,

For that is where the dragons start.

Not in castles made of stone,

Not on distant thrones alone,

But in the soul where dreams begin—

There waits the dragon deep within.

And when at last your voice is heard,

More powerful than any sword,

You’ll find the truth has always been:

You were the dragon all along,

Brave of heart and fierce and strong,

Carrying your hidden fire within.

The dragon was never your enemy.

The dragon was always your strength. 

With love and light, 

Crystal Amon

Princess Crystal Says

Life With A Fairy

 

A fairy doesn’t arrive with noise.

She slips in through the quiet—

between a breath and a thought,

where the world softens its edges.

She wears no crown you can hold,

only light that remembers her name.

Dust follows where she wanders,

not to be seen—but to remind.

She lives in the almost—

almost dreams,

almost courage,

almost the moment you choose to believe again.

Her wings are not for escape,

but for return—

to the part of you

that still knows wonder

without asking permission.

And if you listen closely,

when the night leans in just right,

you might hear her whisper:

You were never ordinary.

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There’s a little heartbeat wrapped in color,

splashes of joy where quiet used to be—

as if the world leaned down one morning

and painted love just for me.

Tiny paws, but somehow thunder,

echoing through the softest parts of my days.

A face that doesn’t ask for perfection,

just presence… just stay.

Eyes like warm windows at sunset,

always open, never judging,

holding a kind of knowing

that words spend a lifetime trying to reach.

You don’t measure time the way I do—

no calendars, no clocks, no worry—

just this moment,

and how fully it can be loved.

Even your name feels like a smile,

like something meant to be said softly,

the way you exist—

gentle, bright, completely here.

And maybe that’s your quiet magic—

not just that you’re loved,

but that you remind me

how to love… without holding back.

With love and light, 

Crystal Amon

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Gratitude

 

It isn’t always thunder,

or sunrise breaking gold—

sometimes it’s the hush between breaths,

the warmth of a hand you hold.

It’s the cup that’s chipped but faithful,

the laugh that finds you twice,

the small “I’m here” in quiet ways

that make the world feel nice.

It’s learning joy’s not distant,

nor locked in perfect days—

but hidden in the ordinary

in quiet, holy ways.

So here I stand, hands open,

no grand parade, no show—

just thankful for the simple things

that teach my heart to glow.

With love and light, 

Crystal Amon

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Be Still and Small

The tallest tree still bends to rain,

The brightest star must fade again.

The mountain waits, the river bows —

So too must we, in wonder, now.

To walk with grace is not to lead,

But plant a seed and let it be.

To speak with love is not to prove,

But leave some space for truth to move.

The humble heart does not demand,

It learns the shape of open hands.

It finds its worth in quiet things —

The song a sparrow softly sings,

The dawn that comes without applause,

The mercy written into flaws.

For pride builds walls that cannot last,

But kindness builds a bridge that’s vast.

And when we kneel, the soul can see —

Greatness lives in humility.

With love & light,

Crystal Amon

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