It’s a condition I live with, regular dread.

Off and on throughout my life; more than halfway through, still not sure where it comes from.

Wake in the early pre-dawn, even weekend, feeling dread, creeping, why oh why,

Why oh why?

Nevermind the dread, wade through, thick, warm, comfortable, sticky, makes me feel … unsettled, un sure, doubting,

But step by step I make my way through,

Through to the other side, whatever it is on the other side,

Through to,

GOOD.