It is only visible when invited
and when I am anxious.
The Sea King approaches gently
and speaks like a mother to her newborn.
Appearing as a unicorn seahorse
with a ruby red belly,
its scales are confetti dumped onto silk.
It has sapphire as eyes
And axe handles as dorsal fins.
It lives in a treasure chest
covered by an invisibility cloak
in the depths of the Pacific Ocean.
It is the anxiety eater.
The Sea King is there when I need it;
digesting what I cannot…
hiding my burdens within its belly.
I am free;
not carrying a capacity to face the pain.
Only when I am ready.
Written by Devans Eli. Copyright 2023 by Devans Eli. All rights reserved.