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Morning Rituals

There’s nothing profound  
swirling in my brainpan, so I’m just going
to tell you about my morning.  
 
I had a fermented yogurt bowl
with strawberries and walnuts for breakfast.  
Pretty standard for me, as breakfasts’ go.
 
Forty-five minutes of crunches,
planks, core tightening, and weight lifting.  
I simultaneously love and hate  
that part of my day, though I always
feel stronger afterwards.  
 
Morning chores are standard:  
housework is never-ending, so I’ve learned
to find an end spot each day.  
 
I shower.  
 
Then I stand in front of the mirror
and look at my scars.
I run my fingertips across the thin, smooth  
lines, pressing in, feeling  
for any bump or knot that might suggest  
the cancer has come back.  
Once satisfied, I try to remember  
how my chest looked with breasts:  
futile, as I can’t remember.  
 
I linger in the mirror for a moment,
letting the anger pass through  
and then I pull myself together  
and move on.  
 
My morning rituals: boring but complete.
Written by Eerie
Published | Edited 12th May 2022
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