Anxiety, anxiety
Clings onto me
Like rain droplets
On a car window.
It rains upon me
Like dew on sprouts
In front of the yard
Covered in miniature mushrooms.
It attaches itself to me
Like lint on my brand new
Woven jacket.
Pounding like hail,
Shuttering me in
The unforgiving cold
And confusion.
I am standing, waiting
Like heavy, smoky
Gray clouds for that
Colorful arch of a rainbow.
Like winter melting
Away into demise,
In hopes of Spring,
For all my troubles to fly away
Like an unattended umbrella.
Instead, I fill my head
With optimism, smiling
Like wings of a pure dove
Under the harsh snow.
I face anxiety with
Belief in my victory
And most of all, myself.