Anchors.

Those that hold us to a past,
full of nets and hooks…

Those that bind us to a present,
full of doubts and tests…

Those that bind,
those that assure,
those that hold, those that release…

Anchors of lives that beat on the ground,
resistant argon of weak or stubborn souls…

Trapped spikes,
on beautiful sandy beaches
fastened ferros,
in stormy waters without truce…

Anchors,
of barges or galleons,
of frigates or steamboat,
we all need anchor our struggles…