Anxiety and Secure Attachment
Sometimes I feel like a spun top
A finger on top of my head
A string around my waist
And suddenly the string is pulled
And I’m spinning
Spinning on the table, frantically
Not sure where my feet will stop
And then I get to the edge of the table
And I’m falling
Can a spinning top also be a kite?
I’m not a spinning top
Because there’s nothing under my feet.
I’m not a kite
Because I have no kite string keeping me connected
I am standing on a sheet of ice
Sliding and slipping and falling
I am a spun top
Falling down a well
With no bottom
I am standing on a log on a river
And can’t get my footing
Everything is sand
Falling through my fingers
And then he’s here again
The sand stops
The log meets the side of the river bank
The top falls onto its side
The kite glides to the ground
The ice melts away to expose the ground
and my feet stop
I am grounded. Tethered. Connected.
Spent, but here.