My Anchor
My problems
My emotions
My bottle
My Anchor.
Making this vessel
Too heavy.
Putting everyone
Around me
In danger.
Too much to carry.
Too difficult to control.
So I fasten it to my ankle
And overboard they go.
The weight feels endless.
But strength begins to grow.
With every stroke I surface
And rise from the depths below.
I feel the weight still linger.
But it can not hold me now.
With every surge of effort.
I break free and rise somehow.
The depths I was once lost in
Are no longer my domain
I surface with new wisdom
And find I'm not the same.
The anchor is still beside me
But now it can not bind.
For I have learned to carry
The burdens in my mind...
Copyright © Dustin Petersen | Year Posted 2024
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