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
intotheindigo 
If someone could reassure me of that as well that would be fantastic.
A beautiful piece. It’s really all we ever want. The love and support when we are weak.