It’s Time to Leave

 

Not happy while I’m in this

But feeling too trapped to leave

This working relationship

Feels like DV

 

I need the same love and care

That I give to this service

But I’m unappreciated and micromanaged

And I just don’t deserve this

 

A mental health organisation 

That won’t reduce my work hours

Not even with a medical certificate from my GP

Who am I kidding

Our workplace are family

This is DV

 

I love my patients

My colleagues— and the cause

But upper management and I

For two and a half years— have been at war

So I’m feeling pretty disillusioned— burnt out and sore

 

While I stay in this workplace

I feel like I’m stuck in a hole

Full of egotistical dickheads

Who own my soul…

 

On Friday I was exhausted

And I was questioned about taking ‘family and carers leave’

To support my niece who had broken her leg

And I had to justify why I had to stay back at work

Such simple requests 

Forced me to over justify and beg

 

On the Saturday (my work hangover) I slowly cleaned my fish pond

At ease with quietness and nature

In which, I realised how much I was grieving my old— balanced  life

And how now— I feel like a tired and unnpreciated slave— of a housewife

 

As I walked back into the kitchen

I realised there was a bee resting on my leg

He must have been there for ages

Having made his way from the hive

 

And because we both didn’t panic from fear

I wasn’t stung

And he stayed alive

And I gently placed him on a friendly tree outside…

 And he thrived…

 

I won’t know what my plan B is

Until I leave and make space to give it a try

If the bee can survive and thrive from such a sudden change in movement

Well—so can I