Hopeless State Of Mind

I

I shove my fear down to the bottom
Of my stomach.
It threatens to burst from my
Chest like the collapsing of a star,
Like a hundred doves attempting
To escape from a cage that is
Doomed to never open.

I swallow, attempt to push my
Heart back into my stomach,
To quieten the thumping
In my rib cage as it feels
As if it is bound to burst open.