losing words and dates again,
I laugh when I have trouble with a form
but part of me is frightened,
my neurology is not the norm,
never was, but this dense fog
is getting deeper;
first I cannot read as I lose focus,
my thoughts loop, as I infer
what I inferred before before
as thoughts have tantrums –
noisily slamming doors –
and I write these words –
these, this rebellion
in poetry,
to prove I can still write
because sometimes that goes too,
so I scribe in spite
of the dead matter
from my entrance into the world
and the oxygen deprivation
from tachycardia and low blood pressure
and the pain and exhaustion no one sees
as my joints dislocate or my lungs wheeze,
I cannot focus enough on others’ stories;
I cannot sustain consciousness to read
on these days, when I feel fear’s seed
take root in me,
and yet I know I have a capacity
to overcome and grow,
but I am scared I’ll lose my words again –
so I let the silence know.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 
I can so relate. Our bodies have taken command as we have but to surrender before cooperation comes, it seems.
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One day at a time, try not to panic try to stand your ground 💜💜💜🌹🌹🥂
Thank you, Willow! The problem comes and goes but has been increasing over the last weeks. Focus on reading words and sometimes organising mine, gets harder. It will ease. At least I’m proving to myself I can still write some of the time! :). Hope you are having good days? xx
I am thank you. Send you straight thinking and speaking vibes 💜💜
glad you are having good days! Thanks 🙂
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WOW! This is so powerful and what a gift you have for being able to express it like this. I know it is not easy to accomplish this in times like these. So wonderfully written Antonia! ❤
Many thanks! 🙂