Body of anxiety
Let’s take it from the top
The head, the throbbing head
Filled with wires,
Snapping and flailing
Chancing connection
Through misfiring neurons
That reach the neck
Taut with unnoticed tension
Glued to the head —
And to the back
In one immovable block
Arms, the floating arms
Detached at times
Or tethered too tight
In their fight
To escape the body
But their fidgets belie
Their purpose —
to squeeze, to hold, to grab
on to something firm
A counterweight, a countermeasure
From steadier times
Days when the the legs moved
In much the same way
And covered distances
Effortless, breathless distances
Still, to this day they move
Trudging forward
One by one, the same way
Whether trouncing ruins
of old dreams
or delicate shards
of future remnants
Which are pointy objects
That pierce the feet
and prick the skin
Sending shockwaves
back to the head