Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Colour-coded lists with satisfying check marks Tally for self-worth score Free time is a dead wasteland Work compulsion conquers all Work is my saviour Proof that I have use Grateful for the gift of structured daily toil I don’t need a break I am far too strong I am made to stand in any roaring storm Endlessly on point I cannot relax Maybe I should take a class in calming down Another degree Major in stillness Minor in poems, music, walks and gardens What happens to me While I do ‘leisure’? What will I be worth when I take time for me? When days are rough at work, and heat is high My self-esteem is carried by a role To prove each working day that I am fine And value comes from actions to assist At frantic pace that slowly dents my soul Beware when job and self strong-overlap Identity is blank beyond my job Then molehills swell to snowy mountain range Allotments to sheep stations in my mind And working day and night a sleeve-worn slog Befogged in role, befuddled in self-worth In muddled shame, obscured by guilt and fear With added slow fatigue and hopelessness And where do your needs end, and mine begin? All rules of world and life become unclear Learn to take time off Negotiate with myself New type of self-worth Creative time, open field Discovery nurtures all
0
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
Work for your life
Colour-coded lists with satisfying check marks Tally for self-worth score Free time is a dead wasteland Work compulsion conquers all Work is my saviour Proof that I have use Grateful for the gift of structured daily toil I don’t need a break I am far too strong I am made to stand in any roaring storm Endlessly on point I cannot relax Maybe I should take a class in calming down Another degree Major in stillness Minor in poems, music, walks and gardens What happens to me While I do ‘leisure’? What will I be worth when I take time for me? When days are rough at work, and heat is high My self-esteem is carried by a role To prove each working day that I am fine And value comes from actions to assist At frantic pace that slowly dents my soul Beware when job and self strong-overlap Identity is blank beyond my job Then molehills swell to snowy mountain range Allotments to sheep stations in my mind And working day and night a sleeve-worn slog Befogged in role, befuddled in self-worth In muddled shame, obscured by guilt and fear With added slow fatigue and hopelessness And where do your needs end, and mine begin? All rules of world and life become unclear Learn to take time off Negotiate with myself New type of self-worth Creative time, open field Discovery nurtures all
©2024 BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (negotiate) date 23rd November 2024. To negotiate is to discuss something formally in order to make an agreement.
jill_1
Written by
Australia
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem