Long time, no see everyone. Reclaiming my life is taking its sweet ass time, but I suppose slow progress is better than no progress. Anyways, here’s a poem for once! This is also my entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 60.
Ripples & the Anchor
Lurking beneath my waters, still
below the trenches, an echo
beating against crumbling walls. A
name – buried but not forgotten.
Still waters ripple; tiny drops
of chaos against calm waters –
disturbing the tranquility
of a heart finally at peace
Murmurs of that name, whispers in the
distance – stray thoughts of the wicked,
and dreams of those forgotten seas;
a heart guilty of straying thoughts.
I have no faith, but yet I pray
for this anchor to hold me down,
stop me seeking those perfect storms
that both thrill and destroy my heart.