I feel so tired
All the time.
Because of a job
I've asked for, prayed for
Took a risk for
Two years ago
I am grateful
For things it gives me.
After all,
A shallow sense of security
Is still heaps better
Than no security at all.
But how long should I wait
Before I decide to go
And find a job
I'll ask for, I'll pray for
I'll take a risk for?
And how sure am I
That it's the job that's killing me
And not the way I handle it?
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Free Rein
Poetry"The human will, in its search for freedom of expression, becomes a self-destructive impulse." -Victor Terras Second collection of my poetry.
