Old dock tie

There’s a knot unfolding within me
Like an old dock tie
Or boat anchor rope
It’s covered in barnacles and filth
As it unties debris flies
In all directions within me
Releasing the oldest of sorrows and doubts
When will this barrage of the past
Quell? When will I find peace again?
The night is long and my breathe is labored

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