Anxiety

I've always described it liketime moving too fast and too slowall at once.The other day,it was heavy.Heavy glass,where no air could come in.I was too small to exist,but too large for my body.You were windows,massive windowsleading me through a hallway.Through a narrow spaceon either side,you provided a pathway for me,pulling me through the casement.A relentless cover,protecting, yetsetting me free.