ebb and return

Be my confidence

when the tide ebbs

speak through my anxiety

and remind me it will return again

maybe softly lapping at the shore

maybe thunderously crashing on the rocks

maybe only wanting to…meaning to…but just not getting the chance

maybe just trusting that i am its steady beacon and not some wayward flotsam

but assure me through the fluster

that the tide will return

however many times it may ebb