He says
you can write…
and I don’t know about that.
Break all the rules
break down the walls,
fall.
Do away with any way I thought it should be.
Think back years
alone in bed
tears.
Wanting a love like this.
Now I am reminded
I have what I had no idea was possible to
have
or hold.
These days now
broken
spirit
wreckage
the career
I chased
for twenty years easily
that I am not sure
I ever
wanted.
These days I am sure
I am yours.
That I have always been yours
since that moment
walking on campus
walking under fir trees
Crafting a list
to send up to the universe
of everything I wanted
thinking it would never
exist.
But then you did
and I
have not lost you
nor let you go
over the years…
Perhaps
this time
with my career path
now
I have been waiting
for a crash like this
inevitable
couldn’t keep it up
or hide
the resentment and the anger
that I never wanted this work
this job
that path I set myself on
because there was no choice
and I was good
discovering I was good at simple things
staring at my reflection back all those years ago
washing my hands in the hospice sink
between patients.
thinking I was worth something
then.
had value,
was better than just for
the body trade.
so skills are
something no one can take from me.
pretty fades with time.
worth and value fading of that sort
outgrew it.
skills.
what are they
what am I good at anymore?
forgotten
got dragged down
that investigation held me out to impossible standards
no one else ever achieved
and i was set up
out of anger, insecurity and spite.
so what now then?
Who am I
without this job?
who am I without this career?
who was I before all this?
I don’t know
who I am
but I am slowly
out loud saying
I am not
that is not what I do
or who I am anymore.
So I am stuck,
adrift
uncertain
Pulled along by life
in ways I never
thought
I’d ever be
slowly being taught
nothing
taught how
to find life balance