I wrote this while feeling blah about work – but thankfully right now I feel a lot better.
I have prostituted the inactivity
And yes, it has
Given me security….
And respectability of a kind
I expect. Which is what
But is it only that
I haven’t found my calling yet?
I should try shouting louder
At the wild haired
Banshee inside me
Subdued by creativity
How long can I afford to wait?
I’m thinking it’s already too late
To seek both gain and satisfaction
From the same
With equal weight.
(© Copyright Pola Negri, 04/05/2016.)