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.