The Doors of the Subconscious
The beat of the music is knocking from the radio.
It tries to enter her subconscious but the door there won't open.
She has to finish the lunches; then vacuum; sponge the kitchen floor
And now it's time to go to the gym.
She does this three times a week Tuesday and Thursday at the same time, 11:00 in the morning and Saturday's at 1:00 pm.
Two hours of resistance training.
She does a circuit, her circuit.
It is a well planned routine, It is her routine.
It will keep her fit and toned and alive for a few extra years.
As she drives to her workout the radio is knocking again. Knocking, softly, gently at the door that guards the stories she won't talk about.
The places she won't go to and those things that she forbids herself to do.
Copyright © Daniel Biocchi | Year Posted 2015
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