Worries set free

We fear the possibility of being lost

Afraid that we will not be found again at any cost.

Who we are seems to stray from the concrete,

The complications and uncertainties molding our sanity into metaphorical peat.

Effects seem to swallow the true cause,

Forcing confidence and faith into a sudden pause.

But oddly enough, here lost at sea,

I discover the bits of worry I must set free.

Staring at the thoughtless transition of each wave,

I realize, almost amusingly, the purposelessness of the fears I continue to pave

The fears have formed a rigid block,

Tricking my mind into thinking my uncertain state is sealed with a lock.

When in reality, the cycle of my fears parallels the seamless beauty of the ocean,

Periods of loss and assurance will alternate in an unpredictably beautiful motion.

Without effort the shores of our anxiety

Are touched by waves of calm and stability.

The ocean need not think, but continue

Accept the hardships and flow with the path toward all that is true.