Anxiety
The breathing of the earth frozen with ice and snow the rivers fenced in by mountains the light got its body swallowed by night and my freedom fettered by fears and anxiety on the daily they say if you shift perspectives for a second the earth however barren is adorned with snow and ice the rivers however tortuous are accompanied by lumps of the mountains no matter how dim the light it has the backing of the night and as tethered as i am there's still little freedoms you know like here and maybe there but not one i can see it must have been just me.