a planet in your chest that needs releasing

your earth could be any surface, the point you start from with the sun to the point you get to with your wings. your earth might be a question, the question it takes years to ask. or that fear in your chest that has it’s own moon, it’s own orbiting stars and planets and space debris. maybe your heart palpitates sometimes when you’re dehydrated, and you press a finger against your throat to remember you have blood that can be counted. and feet that can be planted. and a planet in your chest that needs releasing, a fear pulled by a gravity outside of you. so you just let it go then, let your earths outside.