I can’t do this anymore
The passion and drive have dissolved
diluted by the trauma and frustration at a broken system
I can’t drum up the motivation
smile and pull others up from their knees –
apparently, there’s a limit to how many knocks I can take
It’s a toxic relationship
and I’m only realising it now
working in a place I love and hate
There are decisions looming –
there’s gotta be a way out of this place!
I see a door of opportunity
and I run at full-pace
A few things:
1. I wrote this poem a while ago, but I dug it out of the poetry vault for you (maybe you needed to read it today)
2. I usually post photos in black and white, but I adore this green door, so it stays in colour
3. 💜
4. I have a narrative style poem I want to publish with audio, but I’ve decided I need an older male’s voice with a Scottish accent to do it justice. If that’s you, contact me 😉
5. I’m pulling back from regularly posting on WP for a while. I won’t be around as much, but I’ll read your stuff when I can.
Secret Thoughts Within 
May whatever you do, you do it with passion and on an easy yoke. I will miss your present here. 💚
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We all have been there at some point or other. Take your time, dear, sometimes it’s all we need and take care.
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Nice. I adore all your words. Always fun to read them. All the best!
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It reminds me of the lament of so many teachers!
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