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…

I Work

And my heart breaks for the innocence and lost nearness

Soft chubby hugs and drooly kisses

Exchanged for coffee and stress and a paycheck


About daniellaindie

I'm Anthony’s wife, and mother to Jonathan, Hannah, Joshua, and Isabella. When not making PBJs and cleaning, I like to write, immerse myself in a good book, play my piano, or plan epic couponing trips.

Posted on March 27, 2006, in Poetry, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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