I wish that I knew myself

the things that make me twist and turn

This body runs on autopilot

and my mind is left to burn

 

The skin knows how to shield me

and the legs know movement clearly

but my brain to mouth connection

lacks that nuanced introspection

 

When confronted with novelty

a social situation

with unknown expectations

My spine can stand the cruelty

its rigid bone structure

an armature of calcium juncture

But my anxious heart’s an oddity

It jumps at asynchronous beats

no time it keeps

There again, the body-mind curiosity

 

Would it help to calibrate them both?

Is the body actually broke,

or is the brain so encaged in cultural troth

that the wheel can’t turn on its spoke?

 

If minds are gears then mine are rusted

filled with grime, oxide encrusted

The body’s prime, the joints entrusted

with the critical task of life and function

 

Longing for a simple explanation

I know that it’s useless

but all the same I’ve started medication

hoping for a body-mind solution