Fear Storm

I know it was fated to be felt and actually I feel this everyday. This fear, a very weird feeling in your chest that churns your stomach. I always thougt what freedom is is to get out of the cage, the boundations and for me that cage was restrictions and that’s it. But now that I think about freedom, then the cage is basically a cage made up of rods of different metals and here different metals represent different fears. These metals have different elements and those elements are raw, there are no alloys in the rod but just the metal of the purest form of the elements that eventually represents  purest and highly intense kind of fear. The saturation of my fears are of a level that it hovers over  me every minute of my life and it officially has the right to grope me any second and cause all the breathlessness with a tinge of anxiety.
When we talk about freedom, isn’t it always freeing a bird from the cage or getting out of some rulings or maybe the smallest of freedom is to eat what you want to, to dance when you want to, to laugh when you want to, to wear what you want to, to think what you want to, to sit the way you want to, to talk or not to whoever you want to and so many more. And when we think about why are we not free or maybe why do we not feel  free then the answer should be opposite of the above but  when we ask a why again to ourselves what comes next is that we have restrictions to deal with even if we want to do the smallest of things in this world and then why do we not break such restrictions and why do we not free ourselves just like we free a bird from the cage, the difference is that here we are the birds and not the one controlling the cage doors.
At the end what we have to deal with is our fears, we are so fearstriken that we even if we want to cannot barge out of the cage we have made around ourselves. These restrictions exist but they are very small as compared to the fear you have, the fear to overcome these restrictions. At such points of life your fear controls your life, every minute it hovers over you like an imaginary sandstorm which converts into the real storm of pulverished bones of your fear and gropes you when it is very unexpected and now you stand in the dessert with a sandstorm that has groped you so tight, you have so much sand all around you that you don’t find oxygen, the sand has overpowered all the air left to breathe. Now you can’t breathe, you try as hard as you can but you fail and then with all your strength you try to get out of the storm, the fear over you and that’s when the struggle starts. You could have done it earlier when the storm was not this saturated when you had to deal with small fears, you could have tried to get your foot out of it but now when there’s no other way and you can no longer breathe, you now feel that this is the high time and you try but mostly you fail because it’s a sandstorm so tight that there’s no air left but it’s not impossible to get out of it even now but if you delay this step again, there won’t be a way.
The fear you carry is a very personal trait that one develops in this world when external forces attacks you in form of boundations and that’s when you realise the thing you are handicapped of, your freedom. And even freedom is very personal, one has to find it by oneself and there’s noone in this world who can keep you safe and free except you yourself.