Dear Teacher,
Today I trust you with my world,
so please, take care of my little girl.
She worked so hard to make it here
to fight back the terrible fear.
It’s hard for you to understand,
if you’ll only listen, I know you can.
Anxiety is no ones friend,
but most of all it’s not pretend.
Too scared to move,
you doubt it’s true,
if only for a moment, I wish you knew.
It’s not a coat or a badge of pride,
it’s a crippling fear, deep down inside.
It wears no face, it has no laugh,
it’s not tattooed there upon a scarf.
So hold her hand, take deep breaths,
she’s using up all that’s left.
That little whisper, is a lions roar,
don’t wait until, she can take no more.
Today I trust you with my world,
so please, take care of my brave, brave girl.
blossomsworld 