"Mornings" by Kerry A. Vill

"Mornings" 

Time to wake up

Get out the door

My eyes are angry slits on my face

Above my mouth, tight as a prune

Jaw muscles bunching

Teeth grinding

Shoulders somewhere near my ears

Rigid muscles down my back

Take a deep breathe

Breathe in peace

Breathe out release

This too shall pass

Clear your face

Turn around

Have a good rest of the day

You’re late, hurry

The door slams

Pull away

Crank up the music

Loud so the car shakes

Give me a beat

Breathe, breathe

Let the tension melt away

Dissolve into music notes

No more white knuckles on the steering wheel

Shake it out

Three hours after waking

Late to work

Again

by Kerry A. Vill aka 2/26/14