Tearing and fangs and scorching and claws!

My breath catches quick and I take a slow pause…

Anxiety? You’re back, you dasterdly foe!

I draw my sword, lift my shield, say, “It’s time for you to go!”

Raring back, my mouth, wide open to the sun…

“We’ have fought many times and many times you have won!

But today, my sword of truth and my shield of hope

shall banish you forthwith. You’re at the end of your rope!”

My battles are many and my victories well fought.

Through many tools, tips and skills, my strength has been wrought.

Anxiety, as it lays beaten, crumpled to the floor,

It knows I am ready… It won’t win Any More!