I need to stop crying at work– but God, I’ve been so emotionally preoccupied. As soon as my manager started talking I immediately thought this is another conversation about failure it’s one I’m having with someone else. My manager thought I was hungover from the night before, because my eyes were puffy and like clockwork…
Tag Archives: poetry
Letters and Laundry
The house is untidy, My mind is a scattered mess. So I put the sheets to soak And my thoughts to rest.
Sneak Peek
Birthday
My father knew me until I was 16 years old And I sometimes wonder if he would love me now: No longer awkward and self-conscious, But pensive still. With my birthday one day and Father’s Day the next I grow older and we grow farther apart.
Fond/Found
Find role models for friends: People with grit and gold who nourish you. Find teachers for mentors Folk who inspire you and fill your hands with life’s clues. Find family with endless, righteous love Those who support you, love you, and value you. The house you build is important Yet the communities you fill…
I’m Tired
I’m tired of repeating myself. I’m tired of over explaining myself. I’m tired of having to fluff your ego. I’m tired of being your fluffer. I’m tired of people not listening. I’m tired of people waiting for me to finish so they can continue talking. I’m tired of working with people who don’t give a…
Trials
Today’s trials and tribulations are especially heavy. While I pride myself on having this resilience, perseverance and this strength sometimes it seems childish and naive. There must be stars in my eyes to think that this place can be one of happiness. I find myself wondering why no one appears unless things are especially terrible,…
What I’ve learned/known in the Last 120 Days
Some friends will believe in you more than you believe in yourself. Those people are gold. Keep them for as long as you can. When working in an institution where a hierarchy exists, if even vaguely, remember that those around won’t always take your moving up as well as you will. Stay neutral in situations…
No.
I’m not what you thought And that isn’t my fault. You brought a set of expectations; It was never be my responsibility to fill them.
