I walk through life a thin noose around my neck, braided metal to thin to see but tight enough to take my breath away

This noose removes me from the joy of those around me it's hard to participate when you can't breathe.

Occasionally joy does find and the noose feels loose, but only for a fleeting moment.

The noose tightens once again tighter and tighter the pain brighter and brighter searing yet cold.

I can only wonder when the noose will finally close it's loop.