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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...

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