Heavy Anchor Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The ship is steady, for years I've steered,
Know every current, calm and feared.
My patterns woven, strong and deep,
A life I built, the secrets keep.

But harbor lights, on my new found shore,
Don't beckon quite as bright as before.
The anchor heavy, hard to raise,
For fitting in, feels like a maze.

I know what feeds, and what drains the soul,
Wrong standards now, beyond my control.
My own good company, a safe embrace,
No desperate need, to find
a place.

The roots run deep, where I have grown,
To pull them up feels quite unknown.
Independence, my old shield and might,
Protecting hard-won, inner light.

So not to settle, shrink, or fade,
But find a space, already made,
Where wisdom breathes and spirit's free,
And I can simply, just be me.