Anchor
Title: Anchor
She sits there with her legs sprawled like a washed up animal,
The waters no longer hot, She didnt even enjoy it.
Her shackle was a perfect miraculous fit,
Dragging her to the depths of the shallow box;
The anchor that would sit.
Her locks of hair were dripping-
A drip for all her anguish,
That would send the box spilling.
Thus she stayed silent,
Pop, bam, bang for every bubble that popped-
a new batch would flock.
Lifting up her arms in despair,
She looked at the radiant circle. It wasn't fair.
The circle bulged created by man,
But she couldnt even use her hand-
To get out of the cell, it would be a bore.
For she had the capacity for no more,
She wailed and cried and still couldn't thrive.
For her smile was deprived,
It ate her up and left her in dark.
Was the bath ever even hot?
Or had she forgot-
To turn the tap and make it hot,
Reaching for the closest tap.
A poem about depression. How difficult it is to have motivation to do things. Semantic field of the sea. Shes described as a washed up animal, being helpless. She was in a bath she didn't even enjoy but stayed in it anyway. Referance to a shackle, feeling of being trapped, again the bath is described as a box, suggesting it is like a container, the bath is described as shallow but the anchor of her shackles sank, suggesting its deeper (the water signifying sadness) she feels terribly more than she looks. The water is still somehow coming off her body, it is a personal feeling. Bubble bath, all the bubbles surrounded her the word flock is used as the slang word for being surrounded, for every problem she tried to remove loads more would show themselves. The circle is one of the many bubbles in her bath on her arm she lifted, she felt it was unfair, bubbles are made by man and have a perpous, used for comfort and pleasure yet she couldnt even use her own hands to bring herself joy, to get out of the bath. Describes the bath as a cell, again feeling trapped, bore meaning to dig, meaning its like labour, it isnt as easy as it seems for her to get the motivation to get out the bath. She then began crying.
Shifts to talking to the audience and stops the story, was the bath ever hot, did it ever feel nice because the entire time she was filled with sorrow and the water signified that. She had no pleasant memories to think of so she was forced to think of what ate her up.
Any tips to improve or lengthen would be helpful, thank you. I am a 16 year old writer.
Copyright © Dana Bain | Year Posted 2025
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