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.