A “Pandemic Anxiety – Don’t Eat Your Heart Out, Just Eat” Limerick

Staying home is the right thing to do. But it is not easy. You have a lot of time to think about our uncertain future and that leads to anxiety. And it is boring. But when there is nothing to do, there is always something you can do…..

A Mother’s Dreams

Your dreams do not predict the future,
Be relieved they process the past
So you can function this morning.
Your fear still burns
The sweet blood in your veins,
It contaminates your heart.

Ice

the ice jam of words

long lodged in the back of my throat

has begun to melt

syllable by delicious syllable

that tickle going down

roil in my gut

I am never gonna change

You and me

Once love flock

Now the time changed

We are together

Am I Already Gone?

in my deepest dark corners

worry chews at my belly

I fear that I have already

given in

to complacency

My Friend and Her Anxiety

Over and over on a Ferris wheel, she will not come down,
have her meal, will not admit that she is afraid
that the contraption revolving around her heart may one day die.

She’d rather sit there, all hours, observe the heights
and the tops of towers, reach her fingertips up as she drops
to brush the illusions, feel the felt and wool of a god’s eyelash
she dreamt of the night before.

Fear

The opposite of courage

The backside of love & creativity

Its tendrils approach from behind

Silently wrapping themselves around your neck

Until you are paralyzed

Suffocating in its sticky web

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The tunnnel

She entered a tunnel

dark and straight

the light at the end

was a long way  off

Seeking Balance

Could not walk

Toe to heel

Balance lost

Not found

Lost her footing

And a little of her

Nerve

Battling through the storm

Nerves clang

Pulling tight

Scrunching

Hurting

Moaning

Eraser Crumbs

Poetry Challenge: Free verse

Eraser crumbs
Like shaven stubble
Swept up to the edge
Piling high
As the mercury rises

Useless

Nervous sweat, limbs like

Jelly, explosion, ecstasy,

Useless, anxiety!

© Apurva

The Other Side of Me

Punch and Judy’s Carribean Vacation (Photo credit: _william)

Do you know,

the other side of me?

Where the grass is greener,

and the soul is darker.

Do you know only,

my second face?

Not like the rest,

the one I keep for best.

The Weary Fighter

The days end so quickly,

But the night end so slowly,

Never have I thought that it would cut through me…

This borderline anxiety.

And yet, the candle still shines.

Hope strikes me through the lines.

Difficult and such a train-wreck life can be…

But nothing can surpass the innate spirit in me!