AnchorSusan Graham White When I was
an anchor I was cast
in angry seas Tossed upon
the sand bar I would hold
my injuries And I kept
them in a harbor And my life
was rust Then I heard
The stress
of the steel The groan of
the weight The hard metal
squeal The snap of
the chain Now I’ve come
to know The sound of
letting go When I was
a prison I had locks
on every door Kept my wounds
in iron The captives
of my war And I stood
like a fortress And my life
was dust Then I heard
The stress
of the steel The groan of
the weight The hard metal
squeal The snap of
the chain Now I’ve come
to know The sound of
letting go A crack in
my armor The waters
rush Then I heard
The stress
of the steel The groan of
the weight The hard metal
squeal The snap of
the chain Now I’ve come
to know The sound of
letting go |