When It Comes Back

It starts as tremor in my chest, A quiet warning in my breath. The pavement tilts beneath my feet, A warped reminder I can’t defeat. I try to stand but lose the thread, A fever humming in my head. The world around me flickers dull, Each step unsteady, never full. When it comes back, it shivers through, A warped return I never choose. I brace myself for what I know— The broken rhythm in its flow. A pulse misfires through my frame, A glitch that whispers through my name. My vision swims, a stuttering reel, The kind of sickness you can feel. It twists the air with warped design, A signal slipping out of line. I breathe against the tightening grip, Refusing now to let it win. When it comes back, it shivers through, But I refuse to fall anew. I hold the tremor in my hands, Defying what it once demands. I find a stranger by the wall, They steady me before I fall. No questions asked, they simply stay, A fragile kindness in the fray. And though the glitch still shakes my spine, Their quiet presence steadies mine. A fragile calm begins to grow, A sign that I am not alone. When it comes back, it shivers through, But now I stand because they do. We face the tremor side by side, Enduring what the world collides. When it comes back, it shivers through, Yet something gentler carries true. And even when I lose my way, I find the strength to stay.