Morning Break

The same cracked lane, faded white,

drags me forward, dawn to night.

Wiper blade scratches tired glass,

light fractures as the moments pass.

Bird strikes sudden, a sharp surprise,

shatters blur behind tired eyes.

Rain slips sideways, slow and cold,

broken promises left untold.

The road hums steady, dull and plain,

a loop of losses, muted gain.

Each pothole a stuttered word,

a silence heavier than heard.

I grip the wheel, try to steer

through day’s grey pulse, hope unclear.

This daily grind, a cracked refrain,

a cracked wiper scraping rain.