Just Be By A. Golding

When all is bleak and life is too sad

When the darkness of winter does not let go

When you feel your head is underwater

When your anxiety wraps itself around you like a blanket

Its smothering tentacles freezing you

When you feel like you are wading in treacle

That to move forward is too much effort

Then just be

Just be the you that you can be

For all the rest I will be here

I will be here to cut the tentacles

I will be here to wipe your feet clean of the treacle

I will be here as you water wings to stop your head going under

 I will be the spring, bringing a new season

If you are not ready for this

I will just be

I will just be the me you need me to be.