Fading Away

I feel like I’m fading away

Life cannot make me stay

In my final hours

I’ve lost all my power

Its ten seconds to midnight

Something just doesn’t feel right.

My hands on an invisible trigger

Fear couldn’t get any bigger. 

I sense the end is near for me

The fate that awaits, I long to flee.

Terrified of what’s to come, 

I cannot be the only one. 

Am I alone in this delusion

Fueled by my seclusion?

Cathy Marie Bown

*Author’s note: COVID-19 recovery has taken a toll on my mental health. I don’t know how others have handled being sick and brain fogged. I can’t see myself finishing things I started before I got sick. It feels, to me, like this is the end of a long journey I didn’t ask to take. I desperately hope that the fog lifts eventually and I can resume my life as it was before. I weep at the idea the fog could be permanent.