each moment
is another cut
from a knife
held by those who
are supposed to lead;
they stab at us
without respite,
nothing is good enough -
no effort,
no result -
we are always made
to feel wanting;
there is no enough,
there is only more,
demanded from the backs
of those who are broken,
it is the only cost
they aren't concerned about
Tag: work
At Work
what stands before you,
the weight upon you,
it is not personal,
the world is not conspiring
against you,
you have not been chosen;
we are but specks
of the finest dust,
we are just part of the machine;
the obstacles we face
are the circumstances
of living a life,
I can still take the air
there is breath in my lungs,
I am nothing
I have choices
I am free
The C-Suite Asks
what more can they take what are you willing to give it is not the demands that break us, but how we choose to accommodate them - how much are we willing to give - we have the power to back away, to cut our own path through the world, this doesn't define us if we don't allow it, they can't take everything