Poem - The Anchor... after Nesrin Eruysal

and the anchor called...

follow me

tempted I moved to the edge......

familiar territory...

a dark sea foreboding

a calm blue water inviting

the ongoing dichotomy

the Y of my life, my death

floating there, beckoning

I descend, down, into a new realm

above the vague shapes of a past life, fragments, fading,

in this chosen death I am slave and master

face to face with a past and a beginning

another easy way out, oh to jump again...

into the swirling blue of tomorrow,

tomorrow....

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