Anxiety

My chest is a cage

Constricting

Concealing

Holding back

And keeping away

A place where I hide

From my deepest of fears

But this prison

Is where my fears are held

Tucked away

In a

Not-so-safe hiding place

Because it is all too easy

For me to reach inside

And ponder them

Until they

Grow

Expand

Metastasize

To the point where they consume

My chest

My shoulders

My arms

My fingers

Through my legs

Into my toes

Until these fears finally fall

Down

Down

Down

Into the pit of my stomach

Where they stay

Until in the dark of the morning

When I can finally throw them out

Through way of mouth

In fits of

Coughs

and

Words

Of the unflowered kind

Because what I am spitting out

Is of the unflowered kind

And yet there are survivors

Who dangle

And play

Amongst my heartstrings

And the air in my chest

Until another

Bad Day

When they can consume my head

And constrict my chest

With the overbearing weight

Of

Everything