Returning to work is like pulling off a sticking-plaster or band-aid -- there's always a risk of unexpected, uncontrollable bleeding and then everything goes very wrong for a while.... Hmm. Maybe I'm remembering that aphorism wrongly?
On second thought... Halfway, in mid-step to be exact, In between safe places and above a yawning chasm... Now is not the time to being having second thoughts. Deliberately placing my foot back down, Sucking in a deep breath like a diver resurfacing, I stare across the stepping stones to the other side. Getting there needs focus and attention. Halfway there, Turning back now is as hard as going forwards.
Returning to work is like pulling off a sticking-plaster or band-aid -- there's always a risk of unexpected, uncontrollable bleeding and then everything goes very wrong for a while.... Hmm. Maybe I'm remembering that aphorism wrongly?
ReplyDeleteOn second thought...
Halfway, in mid-step to be exact,
In between safe places and above a yawning chasm...
Now is not the time to being having second thoughts.
Deliberately placing my foot back down,
Sucking in a deep breath like a diver resurfacing,
I stare across the stepping stones to the other side.
Getting there needs focus and attention.
Halfway there,
Turning back now is as hard as going forwards.
Greg - :)
ReplyDelete100% appreciate that acrostic. And the poem itself, obviously, but the acrostic makes it all the better.