The Knot in My Chest
A little prose about anxiety.
It’s like a delicate, oblong baseball-sized rock, frozen in my chest. If someone would just come along and put a bit of pressure on it, it would be fine.
It would crack and release that fluid like when someone pops your back. I would be able to breathe again.
Inhale, trust floods in. Exhale, second guessing pushes out.