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The Weight Below He stands where silence meets the sky, a rope wound tight through trembling hands— beneath him, stone and memory fly, suspended by his lone command. The rock, a heart too scared to fall, wrapped in threads of duty, grief, and grace, hangs heavy in the air’s thin call, a burden none but he can face. The cliff is time. The rope, resolve. The clouds, the ghosts that whisper “yield.” Yet still he leans, he will not solve the pain—just hold it, unrevealed. For some are anchors, not by choice, but by the shape their soul became. They bear the weight, without a voice, and never ask for love or name. https://poetryoflifeweb.com/ You can copy and paste link to my Poetry of life Poems, that shows the artwork that goes with each poem.
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Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
LongJohnPaulBaldry
Anchors Without Names 1
The Weight Below He stands where silence meets the sky, a rope wound tight through trembling hands— beneath him, stone and memory fly, suspended by his lone command. The rock, a heart too scared to fall, wrapped in threads of duty, grief, and grace, hangs heavy in the air’s thin call, a burden none but he can face. The cliff is time. The rope, resolve. The clouds, the ghosts that whisper “yield.” Yet still he leans, he will not solve the pain—just hold it, unrevealed. For some are anchors, not by choice, but by the shape their soul became. They bear the weight, without a voice, and never ask for love or name. https://poetryoflifeweb.com/ You can copy and paste link to my Poetry of life Poems, that shows the artwork that goes with each poem.
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