Poetry

Chains that Bind

Leaving the osprey nest off to the side and abandoned were two anchors with a past. They once had life and purpose, but now stand resolute, upright, abandoned, and still proud of their past and purpose. The intertwining of their chains spoke of comfort and support for each other in the discarded situation. Humanity too often discards or minimizes things and our fellow persons that still have life and worth, as they long to be held once more and give what still flows within them.

Chains Rusted

Waiting…my time will come once again…truth is truth

Salt of the earth, born in great heat and fire…yet

My watch is now here beside my twin on the solitary shore

In the cruel seas of life, heroism knows no rank or colour

Waves call…who owns the waters of life rules the world

The oceans of life are brutal and challenging at times

Hard is life’s challenge…onerous trials to sharpen strong

When young, held values fast against many turbulent seas

The rusty links my wrinkles…links always remain my bond

Skins now rough no longer glisten in the sun’s basking light

Weathered, skin scarred by time and life’s missions’ toll

Angst of long-earned identity…badges of honour, time-honed

Discarded, abandoned…wisdom of time…no longer relevant

I am a ghost…decades of experience braced in my metal still

Faithful to my cause with the strength to earn my future

Twined alone…desires to explore life’s depths just once more

Old is relative; say they…experience over-exuberance

The expense of my youth, my extraordinary gift to you

Like a feline with nine lives…though lost at sea many times

Tortuous struggles to find the sun’s warmth upon my flukes

My chains and flukes bound and held fast, all intertwined

Clenched my host in chains till calm water’s safe harbour

Mortal life of duty, my honour to lessen Nature’s wrath

Brashness, carelessness, and mistakes of youth are no longer mine

Humanity is born… the rush to death begins now

It is not yet my time…I survive, still indestructible inside

I am still here…need purpose till the last settling sun calls home

Once more, let me feel the warmth of your embrace and longing

A cruise to sea once more…to chase distant horizons with purpose

- Tom D. Welsh