In the depths of the water,
Fish disperse away
As the anchor drops down
At the point of dismay.

Sun through the window
On a brand new day.
Blanket still unfurled upon
My body, painted grey.

Looking out at the moon
As it stretches out to play
Leading me astray.

Days of heavy weight,
Come as they may,
Bring home some lessons
Like cookies on a tray.

I may be blanketed,
I may be grey.
I may think of awful things,
On a windy, rainy day.
I may let the days into
My house just to say,
That maybe I need you
To taint my heart today.

I still say thank you,
To the heavy, heavy Day.
Because I know better now
Than what I knew yesterday.
Hope flitters down on the anchor,
Because I still know how to pray.
The light can still shine through
A girl that’s painted grey.


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