Poetry...The Anchor

As time passes we all need someone there to be strong. Someone to hold on to, a should to and an ear to listen. For you my friends, I would fight ocean to beast to be by your side.

The Anchor

Our fears define grey from black-

Universes constantly recreating itself.

Our fears grand in theme, pressure our memories-

We are to accept past as given fate yet-

Our fears show only our past, future still to play.

She my friend, my flesh, my blood-

Cries in fear from prior devastation,

I might not realize how tender of the wound-

But know this as family we do follow through.

I ask you to grant me this favor,

Between fierce of night and cold of day-

Never shy away from your emotions,

Allow my friendship to warm, welcome in the stay.

Known for my loyalty, my might, my passion-

Allow me to be at your side as time predicts.

My precious friend to keep you safe;

With body and mind I will not falter.

Know these to all be true,

Thus we grow older…

Our memories invade our definition of right;

From you and liked others it was when I learned when to fight.