ALL THE SYMPTOMS

The headaches are going away.
The sleeplessness?
It’s wearing off.
All the symptoms:
the lack of appetite
the shortness of breath
the incessant sighing
are each diminishing
– slowly
yet steadily.

New patterns are dying
and old ones are reemerging.
As time goes on
and memories fade,
I am getting better,
healthier.
Maybe stronger.

Each day
puts me closer
and closer
to where I was
before it all began
and I got sick
with this common ailment.

Each day
brings me closer
to the start point
where I will dare
to again
catch it.