Amy FrankDec 11, 20202 min readThe Dragons DaughtersUpdated: Dec 29, 2020The Dragon’s Daughtersby Amy FrankOur Father is a Dragon.Our Mother is a Lamb.Our Father lives up to his Dragon name:Revered,Generous,Courageous —Grand.Being raised by a Dragondoesn’t leave one unscathed —A child learns quicklythat water puts out flames. …One day the Archer went away.Her wings had grown and she couldn’t stay.She flew off to find the Shire, they say,while in Mordor I remained.***I grew up there, in the dark,alone in the pitch black depths.It’s in the shallow waters nowwhere I struggle to catch my breath.The Archer left and my little flameflickered into view,Now placed into the spotlightof a Dragon’s spew.…It didn’t take long until I left too.Back then a prison was all I knew.I thought it was a Dragon, and parts of that are true.But really the prison was inside meIt was everywhere I went.The darkness clawed at my psyche—A constant argument.***It doesn’t matter where I goWhen I don’t fit in, it always shows.When my emotions induce hurricanes,a traumatized society deems me insane.They never looked beneath the sea.They fed me stories about chemistry.They filled my body with toxicity.Rarely asking what happened to me…They offered me a world with no controlThey took my power and gave me pills.No one knew this. It’s not their fault.People can’t know what they were never taught.I also know that what will be, will beAnd that every step I’ve takenis part of the journey.That being said, there is room to grow.If Western and Holistic mergedWe’d heal people, you know.***When the Archer returned, I was goneLost in my psyche, I was withdrawn.I watched her cry when she saw the harmLike a bird that plucks — I had featherless arms.Darkness,Darkness,For so, so long….A constant battle of right and wrong.But here I am now, free of the cageI’m still inside it,…but the bars did fade.I’m learning how to take controlTo be the Author of my world.Meditation really helps.Stop. Breathe. Ground yourself.***The Dragon’s daughtershave the vitality of the seaTheir flames flourishin the Lamb’s gentle breeze.Our Dragon dad has a fearsome roarHis currents have dragged us along the ocean floor.Dark and deep in the depths of the seaThe grinding has polished her and me.I am grateful for this shapingfor this dulling of my edgesI was sharp when in the dark,the grinding made me better.***My Sister is made of purple sea glass, washed onto the shore.She lives along the beacheswhere it’s light and warm.I live where I still see the light Within the Midwater Zone —The darkness is close bybut I was given a light of my own:Bioluminescence granted me with sightThe depths are filled with toothy beastsbut I have no fright.I am one of them, you seeI can’t breathe in the shallow end.The toothy beasts that live near meare my closest, most cherished friends.My sister and I have an inseparable bondeven when we’re dragged apart.We have Dragons in our bloodand Lambs within our hearts.To she and our parents I have this to say:We’ve really come a long, long wayI am here now and I’m okay.I have light inside to find my way.A glow within that won’t decay. It is I who tend this delicate flame.It’s mine to protect.It’s mine to tame.***The Dragon’s Daughtersare resilient and braveGentle like LambsDynamic like waves.My Father is a DragonMy Mother is a LambMy Sister is an Archer I start things — I’m the Ram.Art•Poetry
The Dragon’s Daughtersby Amy FrankOur Father is a Dragon.Our Mother is a Lamb.Our Father lives up to his Dragon name:Revered,Generous,Courageous —Grand.Being raised by a Dragondoesn’t leave one unscathed —A child learns quicklythat water puts out flames. …One day the Archer went away.Her wings had grown and she couldn’t stay.She flew off to find the Shire, they say,while in Mordor I remained.***I grew up there, in the dark,alone in the pitch black depths.It’s in the shallow waters nowwhere I struggle to catch my breath.The Archer left and my little flameflickered into view,Now placed into the spotlightof a Dragon’s spew.…It didn’t take long until I left too.Back then a prison was all I knew.I thought it was a Dragon, and parts of that are true.But really the prison was inside meIt was everywhere I went.The darkness clawed at my psyche—A constant argument.***It doesn’t matter where I goWhen I don’t fit in, it always shows.When my emotions induce hurricanes,a traumatized society deems me insane.They never looked beneath the sea.They fed me stories about chemistry.They filled my body with toxicity.Rarely asking what happened to me…They offered me a world with no controlThey took my power and gave me pills.No one knew this. It’s not their fault.People can’t know what they were never taught.I also know that what will be, will beAnd that every step I’ve takenis part of the journey.That being said, there is room to grow.If Western and Holistic mergedWe’d heal people, you know.***When the Archer returned, I was goneLost in my psyche, I was withdrawn.I watched her cry when she saw the harmLike a bird that plucks — I had featherless arms.Darkness,Darkness,For so, so long….A constant battle of right and wrong.But here I am now, free of the cageI’m still inside it,…but the bars did fade.I’m learning how to take controlTo be the Author of my world.Meditation really helps.Stop. Breathe. Ground yourself.***The Dragon’s daughtershave the vitality of the seaTheir flames flourishin the Lamb’s gentle breeze.Our Dragon dad has a fearsome roarHis currents have dragged us along the ocean floor.Dark and deep in the depths of the seaThe grinding has polished her and me.I am grateful for this shapingfor this dulling of my edgesI was sharp when in the dark,the grinding made me better.***My Sister is made of purple sea glass, washed onto the shore.She lives along the beacheswhere it’s light and warm.I live where I still see the light Within the Midwater Zone —The darkness is close bybut I was given a light of my own:Bioluminescence granted me with sightThe depths are filled with toothy beastsbut I have no fright.I am one of them, you seeI can’t breathe in the shallow end.The toothy beasts that live near meare my closest, most cherished friends.My sister and I have an inseparable bondeven when we’re dragged apart.We have Dragons in our bloodand Lambs within our hearts.To she and our parents I have this to say:We’ve really come a long, long wayI am here now and I’m okay.I have light inside to find my way.A glow within that won’t decay. It is I who tend this delicate flame.It’s mine to protect.It’s mine to tame.***The Dragon’s Daughtersare resilient and braveGentle like LambsDynamic like waves.My Father is a DragonMy Mother is a LambMy Sister is an Archer I start things — I’m the Ram.