ANXIETY

In the quiet of his room, he sits alone,

A boy with a burden he's yet to own.

Anxiety's grip tightens, its tendrils spread,

As he battles the thoughts that fill his head.

Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat loud,

As he navigates a world, lost in the crowd.

His mind a whirlwind of fears untamed,

As he grapples with the anxiety, unnamed.

In the darkness of night, his thoughts take flight,

A symphony of worries, in the silent night.

But amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope,

As he learns to cope, to climb the slope.

With each passing day, he finds his way,

Through the labyrinth of anxiety's sway.

He learns to breathe, to calm his mind,

To leave the worries of the past behind.

Through therapy and support, he finds his voice,

A beacon of hope, a path of choice.

For anxiety may linger, but he's not alone,

With courage and resilience, he'll find his own.

So let us stand beside him, hand in hand,

As he learns to navigate, this unfamiliar land.

For though anxiety may linger, he'll find his way,

And emerge stronger, with each passing day.