I located my anchors,
Tugged on them
Ripped them from their bed on the bottom of my tear-filled heart
A portable, endless, deepening ocean

I found my demons,
Under the willow tree down by the river
Swaying between the branches in the lively breeze

Displayed courage,
Bragged about strength
But they lack hope and stability

Thunderstorms of bows and arrows
Skimming my skin
Grazing my gut
But I've..
I've stood in the line of fire many times before
My anchors rust away
My demons get ****** up into the weakening storm

I'm finally at the top of my game
Not going anywhere
Any time soon

I bid my farewell to my ocean of a heart
And I turn my back to the bowing limbs of my willow