By Monica C. Voskamp
Hands clutching round my throat
I struggle for a breath.
Heart beats pounding in my chest
I struggle to get free.
Captor laughs in scorn
Mocking words: “You want Free?”
His grip tightens harder
As his fingers interlock around me.
I writhe and struggle
Gasp and try scream
Desperate words: “Let me free”
But this captor has no mercy for me.
The lights and room start to blur
I know my minutes are few
I lurch forward once more
To try shake his hands off me.
“I want free,” I moan
But nothing can change the grip
Until I realize first my captor
He is named Anxiety.