He hovered over me,
watched my every move.
He made my palms sweat,
and my pupils frantic.
He was a black tornado,
that never went away.
Anxiety often talked to me in a deep whisper,
what if this happens, what will you do, what will others think, he said.
I tried to push him away but he has grown too strong,
until a rainbow came barreling out from inside me.
Peace began to nibble away at Anxiety's strength,
using words like go away, I don't need this, you are worthless.
All of a sudden in front of my eyes,
black, turned to gray, turned to white, turned to dust,
and Anxiety was gone.
Nothing hanging over my head but a rainbow,
and that was only there to protect me.
—Randi Raimondo (13 years)
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