I live my life in a natural state of tenuous calm. A darkness lies in the pit of my soul, dormant yet ever-present.
It swells and recedes, never quite breaking the banks of my temper. It’s ugly face remains unseen.
Am I nearing my threshold? It takes but the prick of a pin to burst a balloon. What if restraint fails me? I worry.
Years of annoyance, aggravation and frustration released in one blaze of unbridled fury. What would that entail? I fear.
A twitch of the head. A flicker in the eye. I close my eyes and count to ten. In a moment I regain serenity again.