Destination

Destination

I wake up
But I’m not happy.
Today is Monday.
The day after Sunday
In case you were wondering.

I feel ill immediately even though
I am not sick.
I get up without joy and
Walk downstairs.
To be honest at this point
I need a good kick
To wake me up some more.
To give me some energy
Instead of this lethargy.

I get washed.
I get dressed.
Nothing changes in my demeanour.
I’m still not happy
But in my case who would be?

Where am I going
You may wonder but
You’ll have to wait as I’m not there yet.

I’m ready so
I leave my home
And I go and wait for the bus
Although I’m in no rush
I shouldn’t be late so
The bus better hurry on up.

The bus drives up
And I step on it and
Sit on a seat near the sun.
On and on it goes as the nearer to my destination it gets
The closer I am to being sick.
Butterflies are dancing in my stomach
And my heart beats faster than a small winged bat
Flaps its wings.

As we go over the bridge I wish the bus would go slower but
At the same time I don’t want to be late
For a very unimportant date.
Dread creeps up and settles next to me on the bus
And I wonder how soon it will end.
But I know it won’t end
Until I leave my eventual destination.

Only a minute away now
As the bus turns a corner and
The butterflies in my stomach start
Dancing a tango.
Screech! The bus comes to a halt.
The door opens
And I walk out.
Dread holds my hand as I walk across
Pavements and clouds steadily fill the sky.
Do they feel what I feel?

I stop as I reach my destination
And dread lets go of my hand.
There’s no need for it to be there anymore
As I’m now there.
My destination.
For me the jaws of an uncomfortable hell.
Here I am.
At school.