Anxiety

A chokehold,

A 100 pound weight on my chest,

A sudden waterfall pressing on my eyes begging to drip down,

A creeping sensation crawling up and down my spine,

A whisper who has a deafening shout that only I can hear,

A prison.

Why are you there?

No one invited you.

And yet you walk around the room so confident like you own me.

You don't.

My savior Jesus Christ has set me free from you.

So, stop acting like you are a welcomed guest inside of me.

You're not welcomed.

I don't believe your lies.

So, the question remains...

Why are you here?