The Anchor and the Swirl

Stop creeping into my head with those large black eyes and strawberry cheeks. Your irises swirl and pull me back a few years ago when the sun used to be brighter and the nights warmer.

Now the hearth is cold but fear not there is a fire in me that has been building, that will move mountains and you will see that nothing remains at your wake but only ashes of what could have been.

What could have been, might as well be what is and I couldn't care less because I have everything to lose by turning back. I wish I could sing and I wish I could dance and I wish I could make you laugh but now nothing matters and on I go. As it swirls, it draws me in, and I write in these never-ending flow of words that ebb and flow like the tears in my eyes.

And I am back on the river with my anchor drawn. And I have to go because I have to go and that is the nature of life, it draws you in, you move along, you set sail, past the swirl.