A shoutout for anyone suffering with depression, anxiety or any other hidden illness: you’re not alone. I’m lucky enough to be living a summer day right now but am always mindful of winter’s presence on my threshold. This was written, with love, from painful experience.
You’re buried in your winter world,
Were asked to spring too soon.
You need the safety of your hearth,
The warmth of home’s cocoon.
For whilst we’re here in sunshine clear,
The mists obscure your thoughts;
You cannot feel the joyful warmth,
Weighed down by ‘shoulds’ and ‘oughts’.
The buds have not yet sprung for you,
The air hangs chilled and grey.
We summer children cannot know
What haunts your winter’s day.
But let us bring the posies in,
With garlands deck your halls,
And sit with you on frosty days
When winter’s darkness calls.
We’ll sing you songs of spring and hope
When you’re lost in snowy drifts
We’ll be there, right there, next to you
When the curtain finally lifts
On birdsong-bound and balmy days,
When your sap runs clear and sweet.
When seasons yield abundant fruits,
We’ll gorge til we’re replete.
And, should you need to step inside,
We’ll know and understand,
For none control the seasons
In their mindscape’s varied land.
Come rain or shine, we’re there for you
And braced for any weather,
To help you find your summers day
And enjoy its peace together.