To feel oneself drifting,
tossed about
flippantly
on winds of abandon...
waves of expectation.
Tossed, with loss of dignity,
as a dwarf tossed by an elf.
And yet.
Yet.
I can feel an anchor.
Oh, but it seems a slender cable
in the tumult of life.
But
my anchor holds,
and though I can no longer see shore
for the driving rain,
I am not lost.
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