Anchor

Wed, 02/10/2016 - 18:30 -- MartinD

Fire and fear and falling shadows,

a promise broken and shattered dreams -

the tides break in with rolling billows 

and my heart of sand is tossed ashore...

 

But I will stand once more,

For she is my anchor in the storm.

 

Kiss my brow and soothe my worries,

take my hand and cast your spell.

Let the demons you have driven from me

cast themselves back into hell;

 

for you are my anchor in the storm.

 

When the darkness grows within

you shine your light into my soul:

where the laughing failure whispers

and the future looks so dull.

When I cannot see the morning

and it seems I've lost the fight,

your hand is on my shoulder,

speaking wisdom in the night.

 

No words can sketch the likeness

and no picture show the form,

but if there's one thing I can say,

it's

You're the anchor in my storm. 

This poem is about: 
Me
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