Often confusing

Anchors.

We drag our anchors across the sea.
A bed of sand ground from our teeth.
The waters of life sink us in the deep.
It's cold and I drag on my feet.
Born with these chains, my love.
Bound by these shackles of bone.
I never asked for a mouth of stone,
Thrust upon me, a fleshy tomb.
I see around those trying to swim,
To the light above, praying up a din.
Is it the sun, or a tube light slim?
They seem so sure, of the warmth therein.
Unchained, I sin.
In chains, I sin.
This anchor, sin.
My bones, my kin.
The light will save,
They all exclaim.
And leave their chains,
For that above,
Some promised saints,
Eternal gates.
They see, they turn.
In time they fall,
Anchors weigh.
Children play,
Slowly drowning, day by day.
Dragging anchors across the sea,
Faces upwards, towards the dream.