Anatomy of an Anxious Body

This evening, a diffident shoulder, skinny side finds company

For small, dimmed eyes but a wronged heart, resists company.

Anxious hands are troubled feet, two by two, four limbs,

That smell the rejection loitering and keep, fading self-mists, company.

Their lonely bodies are suffocating spectacles, flightless birds

Are frightened by confident shrugs, unable, their surrender sits company.

There are days when molehills take the shape of mountains, mighty mirages and hills

And then the coward grows meek to show character, to behave as befits company.

There is an other in me, a coward I believe, which has instilled fear  

Of inadequacy and inefficient fingers that sometimes my misery eats company.