copyright Kristen Grainger 2023
Take this anvil off my chest, cut the anchor from my ankle
Quit letting out the rope
I am stained by your disdain, I am rankled by your rancor
Running out of hope
All the birds and all the bees, the girls who fly the high trapeze
tumble to the ground without a net
All of our advanced degrees and all our sweet discoveries could save us
but they haven’t saved us yet
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I once believed in extraordinary grace
I put my faith in saints and saviors
In the mirror, I can’t bear to see my heroine
Killing time until time returns the favor
Take your tactical defense, take your silent petulance
your temper’s coiled spring
I no longer find exciting this pendulum we’re riding
when moods starts to swing
All the moms and all the pops convenience stores, auto shops
cannot fix the promises we’ve broken
All impassioned pleas to Jesus, all the phony press releases
falling short of truths we’ve never spoken
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Take this anvil of my chest, cut the anchor from my ankle
Quit letting out the rope