sooner or later,
or for some time already,
we will find ourselves
in the same shoes, one
against the faceless
many who conjure
that secures them
a place at the table –
in the board room, we are all little men, forgetting
we do this to ourselves
I read this to mean that professionalism is a mask.
Given an 8hour workday this means I spend a majority of my hours awake pretending to be someone im not. Can I play that game for another 40 years? It doesnt seem worth it, but ofcourse as I write this its a necessity. Thanks for sharing. Your poem helped me feel more connected to the world and less isolated from my peers.
thank you for sharing, Jamison. i hope that it won’t be long before you find a place where you can take the mask off when you need.
sorry if I have to comment here but what you said…
Writer’s block is a real fake thing. It immobilizes, but doesn’t have to paralyze. Some words are just slower to come.
thanks for this 🙂
saw it from here:
Something to ponder on.