The Anchor Around My Neck

It’s hard to explain
this feeling of…doubt?…Fear?…Sadness?
something superior to hatred yet not as tainted
It’s hard to explain
words choke my throat, begging me not to speak
not to let others know
about this anchor around my neck

It’s like its raining indoors and I have no umbrella
there’s a fog or mist of disappointment
nothing is as it seems or feels real
a heavy black screen of being misunderstood
becomes your daily concealment from the truth
the truth that you are suffering
hands bound and mouth taped by that of your own doing

It’s like a friend you once knew
from another life.
their name is of no consequence
they are but a blurred mound of flesh oddly misplaced
it’s all foreign to you, but you don’t care
you don’t make the slightest effort to move your lips,
to waste your words

It’s hard to explain
whatever, this is…
I know that if I leave it too long
I will be lost in my own self-destruction
but maybe…just maybe I will leave it
just for a while, I have become quite attached to
the anchor around my neck

By Emma Jane Mackay





About Bunny's Pause

Hello, I'm a Author/Poet, Reviewer, Bookworm, Gamer, Music Lover, Wife and Mother! I live in Scotland with my husband, our two sons and a menagerie of animals. I love tea, dinosaurs, books, and am obsessed with pastries and bakery goodness! Check out my Youtube Channel, Bunny's Pause where I Vlog my life, do book reviews and helpful advice videos. I look forward to meeting you all and having tea and cake together! Hop hop wiggle wiggle
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