Claustrophobia

Claustrophobia sends me running out the door.
This crashing down of walls and
pushing in of the air forces me to step outside and run into the wild.
Off I go,
down the street.
Not
       stopping
                    until
                           I
                             feel
the freedom of the flowing air fresh against my skin
and the whisper of it's melody.
Gently the breeze swims by,
sweeping me into its safety.

Crashing walls and choking air I have oppressed.
Without walls I well up with courage
to return to my center of stress and rumble with my phobia.
Grapple it to the ground I will.
Humble this silly space in my head,
clearing what was never filled as I
open my eyes to see no open space
or feel no blowing breeze.

Never had I left my tiny terror.
Merely had I sat frozen to it's tundra floor
as it took me with frost until numbness fell on me.
Good bye small space!
Farewell fictitious phobia playing in my mind!