My Own Anchor

Sometimes, I am afraid

I'm never sure what of

It just sweeps over me

And suddenly, I am terrified

Suddenly, my world ceases to make sense

There are waves

And there are storms

And it's a tempest

And all I wish is for an anchor

But I must learn to be my own


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