Frustration

Frustration pricks beneath my veins

Patience drops like the temperature in winter

Frigid cold

I might explode

Teeth grit

White knuckling it all the way

Pressures grow until 

A deafening whistle emerges from the tea kettle

Steam escapes my ears

A little space

A minute of time

Is all I need to rebalance

Breathe

Center

Out 

In

Picturing lush flower dotted meadows

Surrounded by scenic sky scraping mountains

Kissing the clouds

In 

Out

Anger melts like an ice cube

On a scorching summer's day

Namaste