There’s an anchor in my heart,
buried deep within my chest,
and I haul it across the seabed
of my life. From moment to moment,
from place to place, I lug this thing
which weighs me down. It keeps me
wedded to the dirt and grime that lurks
down there, reminding me I’m not
so far above it all. It makes me ache
with the effort of it all, for love
is a burden, a heavy beast to bear.
I get pulled down, come up for air.