Anxiety sits here

Anxiety sits here
Lives in the brain
And Between the waking hours holds me hostage to those fears I do not control.
Creating fear where there should be none.
Talking to me as if an old friend who is holding me to ransom without any hope of reprieve.
Sitting awhile on my chest
Gently staving my lungs of oxygen
Watching.
Waiting.
Taking it’s icy breathe and enveloping me.
Untill I push.
Wrestle myself back and like a snake in its death hold I have no mercy, as I let the hope, the joy of life seap back into my consciousness.
Letting my heart revive untill I smile again.
Allowing me to say.
To think
To know.
There is no point in worrying for worrying sake.
The world will act as it sees fit.
So
I live life 
I Enjoy life as long as I can
Knowing, to worry not about that which has not yet occurred.
For the worriers loss is loss of experience rather than life.