Anchor

A story inspired by my life's support and tether

My anchor

I liken you to a staff
The one I hold for comfort, love, and direction.
Yet, somehow, I always feel you slipping away.
Not because you’re leaving,
But because I am.

I never understand why.
Why does my grip falter
On the very thing that tethers me to life?

I hold you so tightly, time and again,
But still, I drift.
Step by step, I move away,
Letting go of the only anchor I have.

Why would I do this?
Why let go of the one thing
That keeps me breathing, keeps me whole?

If I keep slipping,
If I keep leaving,
I fear I’ll lose you entirely.
And when I do,
I’ll fade with you�"
Slowly, quietly,
Until there’s nothing left of me.

@vacrose dreame.