Un-Existing

Some days I feel


pointless.


I keep moving


to know I’m alive.


I wonder why,


and where am I going.


I breathe in


and out, and I feel


my heart beating.


The clock ticks.


I put one foot in front of the other.


I check the calendar


and cross things off my list.


I listen


to the kids fight.


And cry.


I put food on the table


to fill their tummies.


All the while watching


the movement of the clock.


Erasing away the minutes,


until this day


no longer exists.