The Wolves Howling In My Head

Anchor

I was once your rock.
A place of sanctuary and comfort.
A form of stability.

You were my lifeline.
A thing of safety and relief.
A form of security.

Together we were an anchor.
A rope, a lifeline,
Tied to a stone, a rock.

The rope unraveled from the stone.
Now the rope is adrift at sea.
And the stone is under the ocean.

I can't say what happened to the rope.
I can speak for the stone.
The stone is drowning.

Without the rope:
The stone can't know which way is up.
The stone is under constant pressure.

Soon the stone will crack.
It's already grown algae of bad choices.
It will remain at the bottom of the sea.

The sand wears away at the stone.
It's weakest parts eroding away.
Soon it will be nothing.

The stone is alone.
It is without security,
and may no longer have stability.

The boat of our relationship set sail.
You simply went adrift.
I stayed in the darkness of the sea.