Tilted World

Feeling like my world has tilted,

Legs heavy with lead,

A punch felt in my gut

Unsettled me to the point

Of anger at the unfairness

That comes when I do

What’s asked of me,

Fulfilling my obligations.

Yet the inactions of others

Send riptides throughout

As they look for

A way out of this mess.

They come to me to find

A way to make things right,

Pulling back more and more,

When I have nothing left,

Disrupting all I have built

In a single request.

Anger brews within me

For the betrayal hurts

Like razors cutting through me.

I’m done picking up after others

Who have no idea what they’re doing.

Their lack of vision is unconscionable

While my dedication goes unnoticed

Simply because it is expected.

Shining Light

Years after years

Being pushed to silence

About what’s right

For the good of what we do

Has finally ended.

A single event has prompted

Further investigation

Because someone dared to speak,

Causing others to finally listen

After so many previous failed attempts.

Now, a light is shining brightly

On the source.

The camouflaged problems

Have surfaced to the top.

The questions asked reveal

Truths that can no longer be denied.

The rally cry has begun and

We’re not gonna take this anymore.

We are beaten, frustrated, exhausted

From years of ignorance.

The facts speak for themselves,

And I will not sit idly in silence

For I have found my voice,

Ready to use it without fear

To break down silos,

Making things right at last.


This restlessness

Is driving me crazy,

Not being able to focus,


Or be.

It wakes me up

At night,

Preventing peaceful slumber.

At home,

I am constantly

Flipping channels,

Jumping Web pages,

Swiping screens,

Looking for solace

Outside myself.

My attention span

Continues to diminish

While my need for

Meaningful connections

Expands, leaving me

Hungry for substance

Wherever I may find it.

Betrayed Sensibilities

In a world where

All bets are off on

Common courtesy, decency,

And sense–

Especially during this

Incredibly long, drawn out

Election year–

The foibles of another

Human who dared to

Instruct lovely, grown-up people

To behave properly

And sit in the back of a crowded room

Has been the undoing

Of me today.

I cannot seem to let it go–

The request

Betrays my sensibilities

Of right and wrong

And the ineptness

That stupidity breeds.