Anxiety talking

my limbs
have a language of their own,
which they speak
when my mind is filled
with the gusts of untamed
forbidden thoughts,
and my brain is spiralling
In and out of chaos.

My limbs start talking,
when my tongue feels paralysed
and confused to choose from
a plethora of thoughts floating
in the sea of my mind.

My fingers start scarping my skin,
or they juggle around each other,
playing chase perhaps,
my eyelashes bat themselves
more than they usually do.
and my heart with its constant
deafening thumping,
provides the music
to this dance of fingers
and the show of eyes,
unfolding amidst
the tempest in my mind.

About time when the storm
in my head calms down,
until then, my limbs enjoy
their moments of freedom,
they do whatever they can
to just escape the pain that follows
the deathly thumping
by the ravaging storm,
on the walls of my brain.

My poor Frightened limbs
begin their unconscious yet
frantic actions out of desperation.
But I am glad, that even if
during the moments of chaos,
my limbs get their share of life,
they get their right to try.
my limbs are not voiceless
unlike me, they have courage
to the fight the storm.

© 2020-21 Muskan Sharma | All rights reserved.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Manish Malu says:

    So beautifully written ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you 😊


  2. akshita1776 says:

    The last stanza stole my heart🤩

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Glad to hear that ❤️🌻

      Liked by 1 person

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