Anchor
I once was tethered to many boats,
Until one by one, they cut their line.
I asked, but no one took me with them
I had served my purpose and was left behind.
People still come and go,
When they are seeking something “stable”.
They attach themselves with a flimsy tether,
Never with a cable.
They don't want to be permanently tied to me,
They want an open door.
I am tired of sitting alone in these murky depths,
I don’t want to be their anchor anymore.
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