Anxious No More
Last year, I thought I was getting smaller,
but, in 2017, I've been standing taller.
My friends and family have been there
when my anxiety has been too much to bear.
Anxiety has been there in the beginning,
but I've hidden it past my grinning.
I thought I could contain it,
but it took me apart bit by bit.
However, my mom saw me one day,
when I felt astray,
She knew just what to do
when I had no clue.
She hugged me and cooed,
telling me with a sense of gratitude
of what I did in the past.
The accomplishments I amassed
with my parents' expectations surpassed.
She told me that I was not alone,
with all the friends and family I've known.
They are here whenever I feel like this,
slightly off and amiss.
They got their arms open,
with their love and devotion.
Now I recognize and apprise
the value of family and friends likewise.
I am not alone to deal with my anxiety,
I am not alone to deal with it silently
because I have people there
with their love and support to share.
Last year, I thought I was getting smaller,
but now, I have people that get me stronger.
This year, I feel taller
and my anxiety is no bother.
I am stronger to the core,
I'm anxious no more.
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