The Anchor

Love is the anchor

That keeps the vessel from drifting

Even as the sands are shifting

Even as the waters are churning

For the vessel has no yearning

Save to remain


A thousand storms may come and go

A thousand typhoon winds may blow

Yet no matter how much the rope strains

The anchor remains


Even when the vessel is no more

Sunk to death or bashed on her shore

The anchor rests on the ocean floor

Ready for any to find their moor


The anchor lies where it was planted

A moment in time, a time enchanted

The love that was the life that is sustains

The anchor remains

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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (

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