The first Video in the series. I hope you enjoy x
Anchors Something tells me we are halfway I have become like an anchor Sink! I tell myself Drown! I tell myself Hit the ground of the ocean Or she’ll surely float away. I truly want to be here I just don’t think I can stay Help is overboard I have choices I must make Sink! They tell me Drown! They tell me Make a home below the waves A sinister calm has hit my temple Something tells me we are halfway. Poetry seems to like to vent the broken me But I was a happy child and a blooming teen It just lasted less than the length of dreams And if I’m not to blame then who could it be? Truth is… no truth can set you free Pain and fear lay in-between The things you hope for and the things you see Just strangers, that will never meet. But Something tells me we are halfway We are like anchors Sink! We tell ourselves Drown! We tell ourselves Hit the ground and watch things shake Like the thoughts between our temples Somewhere sacred, we escape If we lay them down on pages Are they hostage where they lay? And as we number them And organise their existence Will the troubles in us fade? For in insanity, you shake hands with the sane These are not poems written into thin air, With every line you’ve changed the game See we are anchors Holding firm to seabeds So that others can survive the waves. Sink! I tell myself Drown! I tell myself Something tells me I am halfway Hit the ground of the ocean Or she’ll surely float away. The power of our poetry to encourage and upbuild one another, to keep others afloat and up. That even if you are the anchor below holding the ships above, never goes unnoticed, that sacrificial love.
Another Fly On The Wall 