Keep On

I call it ‘the wave’.

It starts in my ears,

sound is strange.

It takes my chest.

Tight.

My legs next–

tingling.

There must be something

in the water.

What else could cause it?

I can’t catch a breath.

Why is everyone else acting so

normal? 

Every day, it’s getting colder.

I’ve not left the house–

in how long?

I’m sick.

Nobody is listening.

If only I could hold you–

hold anyone.

Maybe you’d keep my head from

going under?

Disturbed sleep.

When did I last eat?

I don’t want to eat.

Just eat, you’ll feel better.

“Maybe she’s anorexic?”

Looking at the tree

outside the window.

Thinking—

What’s the point?

One day.

I think about it less.

I take a walk.

I eat.

Another day.

I keep on moving.

Time passes.

The wave has passed.

Me again.

But not without 

that little

fear.

What if it happens again?

Life can’t be lived that way,

can it?

But, for now,

the wave

has passed.

I keep on moving.

I keep on.