Authored: May 16, 2018

I was out drifting, anchor-less
Lost in strong currents, adrift
Without purchase upon dark waters
I lost myself, when I gave you up
And without an anchor I became a lost soul
Echoes remind me what I had lost.

The truth knows what to say
And as time and experience matured
A new anchor formed and took purchase
The moon rose, providing light
Now the waters are not so scary anymore.

All is beautiful if the anchor isn't another person
As the truth knows what to say
If love and truth is your anchor.