Hidin' my heart

Four flights of stairs.

By the time

I make it to my seat

I can barely breathe,

Stand,

And talk.

It takes

A while,

A precious

Little while,

To smile effortlessly

At colleagues.

Most of the mornings,

When I

Am running on

Time,

I follow this

 Oh I know,

I’m crazy

Routine,

Sweating it out

Just before

My work-hours,

When

My underweight frame

Can easily

Squeeze in

The oversized

Overcrowded

Lift

Running overtime,

And

This salt

And sweat,

This

Perspiration,

Earned

At the

Cost

Of

Being

Too lonely

For

Far too long,

Helps

Me hide

My heart,

One more time.

Linking with 100 word song : The Doobie Brothers : Keeps you runnin'