#hiddenstrength
The Unseen Anchor
“Even in silence, steadfastness shapes life’s every course.”
The tide pulls hard against the rusted pier,
Dragging the salt-crust shadows toward the deep.
Below the surface, something holds its breath,
An unseen anchor humming in the sleep of stone.
It does not fight the current's frantic pull,
But gathers weight from all the silence kept.
Each memory it bears is knotted tight with years,
Holding fast what drifted, though the world has leapt.
Above, the white-caps chase a ghost of foam,
While deep in silt, the iron finds its home.
No eye can see the steadfast pulse below,
Yet every wave submits to what it cannot know.
The storm may scream its hollow, frantic pride,
But cannot break the strength that chooses to abide.
In its shadow, drifting things find sudden pause,
And even lost ships whisper thanks without a cause.
It is the silent vow beneath the swell,
The secret strength that words can never tell.
Forever moored where unseen currents bend,
An anchor holds, beginning where we end.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
She will never know
The violence it took
To be this gentle.
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 5:19 PM UTC
jagged little tooth
protruding from the roof
of my mouth, unseen
by all but me
inside it hangs
a secret fang
hidden by my smiles
my feminine wiles
reminding me
unbeknownst to you
that I can bite
draw blood
if I need to
Do I need to?
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC