Depression breeds poetry
ANCHOR
Nikki
Happily
You are the anchor of my ship
You hold me in the tempest’s brew
You secure me err which way I tip
I do not fear the red dawn’s hue
You keep me in the harbor safe
You stay me from the maelstrom’s reach
You’re there although the gale winds strafe
You protect me from the rocky beach
You aweigh each time I stir to move
You abide the trip held close to me
You are ready should disaster prove
To trek with us over troubled seas
Sadly
I am the anchor of your balloon
I hold you down though you wish to rise
Dreams and time flee so soon
While tethered from such siren skies
I despise the rut in which I stick
I lament the way I hold to it
I long for the day I can break free
Then away we'll soar, sans discontent.
I love you
Dennis