Anchored in Love?

 Anchored in Love? S. Ambrose, 2025

When did you stop seeing my worth?
Was it the board members throwing my name in the dirt?
Or was it out with your friends, masks held tight,
When  I set boundaries within your sight?

Your children and their friends echoed your tone,
Daggers carved and thrown from your very own.
You made them believe they'd always play the lead,
While I was left to watch you uproot the seed.

You told me to bring discipline and a Dream Doer’s  drive,
While scheming to keep my position barely alive.
You gave my loyalty an  early expiration date,
Did you really think you controlled my fate?

You said, “Don’t be a stranger, let’s keep in touch.”
But after seeing your heart, that ask is too much.
You dismantled my peace,  then asked me to pray,
What kind of psychopath acts that way?

I don’t break bread with wolves in disguise,
Or let liars define what’s holy or wise.
You don’t get to name who God sees as best,
While wearing ambition like a bloodstained vest.

You live in a delusion, not a real dream,
Chasing likes and hearts among make-believe scenes.
You judged the wrong one, ignored what was true,
Now, grieving the breathing is what I must do.

You’re fake deception is  wrapped in control,
But you don't get to define what makes me whole.
You set me aside like trash at the curb,
Still claiming your culture was honorably superb.

I won’t stay bitter, but I’ll tell my tale,

Of shattered trust and plans that derail.

You're only anchored in power and pride, playing a part.
I’m anchored to eternal love and an abundant new start.