at least I know my secret is safe with me

The only gem I kept sits in my opulent heart.

My heart used to be a dragon
with subtle words and action
and every thought dimmed,

A heart of conundrums
for years I didn't know them
I told my story of sorrows and love
the ones I didn't let go of,

They forced my claws―
it really happened
cleaving walls!
my ancient talent!

The nights stayed smokey,
accepting plights
exiled in my own keep
my own halls
on my own feet

   I know my heart is waking up
   I haven't known it this way
   where things seem enough
   even when I don't see your face.

I have a secret riddle:
I keep it light
what am I?

―it's silver bright
what am I?

It is pure and whole
and reserved
for a soul
who's right.

What am I?

It warms like my flames
like scales it defends
protects what's precious
devoted to the end!

―I admit, my heart
remains a dragon.