Anchorage
Beneath the layers of the mind a sanctuary lies
that holds nothing but the emotion of memories.
The ocean raging above keeps tossing
the waves of turmoil that can’t reach the depth,
for they remain superficial in the realm
where the unwavering passion,
shackled by the steady resistance of self-belief,
impedes the essence of being from drifting away.
It’s not a chain that imprisons,
but a timeless acquirement that stabilizes
with silent promise of finding a stable place
where at the depth of soul the ancient mariner finds
in the receding horizon of time the ocean floor
where love once sank into obscurity
that still holds the heart where it belongs,
reminding that anchorage is the other name of being not lost.
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