I have anxiety.
No thought transverses my mind without causing turmoil.
Sometimes I put my feelings into a chest and throw it in to the ocean.
Everyday I dip my toe in the water, pondering.
Can I ever retrieve what I have hidden, without the consequences?
Ultimately, I know I can't. So I watch the waves crash.
Remedies only suppress what is out of my control.
Ebb and flow go hand and hand, as do I and my chest.