My Anxiety
“Limits are what any of us are inside of”
-Charles Olson-
Deep in the cave of gates
latches and locks
and no moon
no light to speak of
silent and dark
and appropriately caged
unwound
Deep in the cave of gates
in the company of beasts
without vision
or light to see by
fearful and rabid
atrociously caged
unbound
Deep in the cave of gates
at risk and unhinged
without air
and promise of drowning
flailing incapacity
the autonomous cage
unfound
“The mechanisms that keep us from drowning are so fragile: and why us?”
-Anne Carson-
All my Words are Silent 
This made my throat clench.
Years ago, I was in an emotional torrent and I took a photo of my crying face striped with shadows, like prison bars. I called the photo “self-inprisonment.” Autonomous cage, yes. The gates grow, like bones.
would love to see that photograph! thank you for reading and responding 🙂