Anchor

Sometimes when I find myself floating

Drifting aimlessly in rumination and fear

You are the anchor that guides me home

When I cannot find my landing place.

Eventually I would have found a destination

The way I always have, the way I always will

But your presence is like a peaceful song

Singing me to a grounding space.

We are not strangers to bleak wastelands

On canvases of shattered dreams and lost time

But dear soul, the days are brighter with you here

Like a steady anchor to a wayward soul.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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