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.