The Irony and the Agony
Current mood: tired
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
Needy kids cried out for help, and we wanted to answer.
We sold everything and left on a hope and a prayer for a country unknown
Rejected. Dejected. Returned.
Set out again, tentatively, not wanting to face failiure here
Maybe there it is easier to handle.
Joy sparking between us. New life created
Home is the only place to be
Returned to childhood. Under the family roof. Again, but seperate.
And alone… so very alone. Tricked? Betrayed? Tested?
Poor. Beyond poor. Indebted to everything and everyone.
So working is the answer now. Working hard to sustain life in the young.
Working hard to just survive.
But Survival isn’t enough.
Can we Thrive?
So abandoning my hearts cry to stay home and nurture
Leaving behind the only calling I’ve ever been damn sure of…
And my heart breaks for the innocence and lost nearness
Soft chubby hugs and drooly kisses
Exchanged for coffee and stress and a paycheck