The Anchor

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 20, 2018

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The Anchor

She has sat along many shorelines, this one not so different from the others. Grazing waters which have traveled from lands far away from now, closer to yesterday. 
The horizon opens wide, prepared to devour the peach sun as its rays fade like freshly squeezed juice spilling into the sky. 
She stares off to the edge of the world, moving her fingers through soft sand, gripping her toes in muddy liquids. 
Salt stained thoughts are released into the salt stained air, creating room for emptiness. 
Momentary freedom from the magnetic pull of the moon. 
Navy sky. 
The ocean a darkness beckoning her eternal return. 
Solitude in the deep, silence in the blue. She doesn't think of mermaids or white pearls. 
Only a letter written in her mind as she walks towards the edge of the world. 
The embrace of cold waves reach her waist. 
"The suffocating ends when you let it in, when the lungs are filled. The suffering ends."
The little boy on the moon caught her on his hook. He thought she was pretty. He liked how she smiled. 
The moon shed a tear. 
The boy almost cast his rod sailing back through the galaxy before he heard her voice.
"I am not a sparkling decoy to be used for your benefit, "
He listens.
"I am an anchor in the ocean."
He grins a genuine little boy grin. 
The suffering ends in the deep.


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