Sam Spry Poet Free verse

The Strength of Dragons

I didn't know depression 
until she told me her name, 
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark 
of a tree. 

She stole my rings
and left me hollow. 

I had only ever met anxiety 
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me 
to hurt someone else with it. 
Inexperienced
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers
he whispered, "to survive,
you must learn quickly."
as I shoved the bevel of a needle 
into a strangers arm. 

So, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects, 
guide the ships 
through the storm of my mind
like a lighthouse

Instead of pills,
if a therapist could 
give me the strength
of dragons, 

I might just 
take my chances.

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