Anchors
Among the many harbors lived
where the mind moors its sailboat dreams,
the mariner of wishes
pilots that vessel amid the struggles,
every chore that tangles like seaweed
to snarl the soul of its freedom.
But regardless of the tempest times
when one drifts in fantasies
across those tangential tides,
they become the effortless imagines
inspired as floats in tranquility
far from that chair in a office
that belongs to the captain of your wages,
still have to eventually dock
back at the harbor of reality.
What makes the land locked languishing
a bearable breath before the day
is remembering what is the anchor
unto your own private value yacht.
It is the sail of your mast in what you hold dear,
which is the canvas composed
of all you truly cherish and care about.
And no matter how often they try
to plunder your cargo in what you hold as right,
as long as the weight for your ship is truly secure
nothing will cause you to slip away
from the berth you were meant dwell,
tied by the lines of inner truth.
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